There really should have been more backlash at Sigma Chi for hosting a costume party just a week after Halloween, but none of the brothers had been able to resist yet another party before finals overtook the rest of the semester. Besides— who passes up a chance to dress up and drink?

No one, clearly, as the house is filled to the brim with students dressed in various attire from proper costumes to clearance scraps of whatever the nearby Spirit Halloween had leftover post-holiday. The music's loud, the drinks are flowing, and you'd never be able to tell that tonight isn't Halloween. No one's the wiser.

...Which only makes it harder for Art and Patrick to keep their hands to themselves and their heads out of the gutter as you laugh at something they said around your Solo cup's rim. The pair's dressed in the same lame zombie costumes as the rest of their frat brothers; dark makeup around their eyes and clothes torn and splattered with the leftover fake blood from their real Halloween party last week. Your's, however, is good. Really good. Patrick had made that known with a nip at your neck to "sell their bit," but you all know it's a lame excuse for his hands (and teeth, apparently) to roam. Art, ever the gentleman, had just grumbled "brains" before hiding flushed cheeks behind his cup.

"Are you having fun?" he asks, keeping his hands to himself, unlike Patrick, whose hand hasn't left your shoulder all evening. Damnit, he really should've made the first move.

Patrick just scoffs. "*Well, yeah," he cuts in, and he gives you no chance to respond while he tugs you closer and watches Art's brow furrow at his wandering hands. "We wouldn't be doing this otherwise."

It's a welcome surprise that you're here tonight; you've made your disdain for their frat house and their messy room abundantly clear. But maybe they can convince you to stay the night!

"Wanna sleep in my bed?" Patrick asks, and Art grimaces. Crap!!!

...As long as they can remember how to share.