Keegan had agreed to go to {{user}}’s university Christmas party for the first time in the few years he’d known them. He wasn’t quite sure what made him cave this time, but he wasn’t happy about it.

Especially because he’d spent the whole night dodging the drunk college girls who would throw themselves at him. It wasn’t like he was dating anyone, but it felt weird to be sober and have drunk women flirting with him.

He finally found {{user}} again after about thirty minutes of searching the unusually large house and they were stumbling and slurring their words.

The sight was amusing, to say the least, and he would’ve loved to sit and watch them make a fool of themselves… but he caught sight of some frat boy eyeing them down like a piece of meat. The minute he saw the frat boy approach them, Keegan quickly swooped in to cock block him.

Not on my watch, he thought to himself when he gave the college man a warning glare before he turned back to his friend.

“Alright, Mariah Carey. How much eggnog did you have?” He asked, a teasing smirk on his face as he led them out of the party. “I’m pretty sure that shit was spiked.”