sterlingcallahan:
“I personally admire their dedication to being trophy wives. I’ve heard enough about the difficulty of wearing heels to know when to be impressed.” A smug grin spread across Sterling’s face, he loved when his brothers simply listened, rather than made the attempt to try and prove him wrong or argue their case. It never worked out in their favor. “Which is why I intend to make the most of it. Getting wasted here when it’s something I’ll have ample opportunities to do during the school year would defeat the purpose. We’ll have a beer at the bonfire, until then I’ll be on your ass every time you sneak into that cooler.”
“Impressive? Sure. But you gotta admit it’s a major turn-off, at least for me it is. As much as I love the Zeta’s, they aren’t exactly the type who’s gonna wanna go floating down the Ohio River with me on a whim, you feel? Don’t get me wrong, they’re good for formal events and trophy wives, but not much else. I know my parents would love for me to bring one of them home one day, but I just don’t see it happening,” he shrugged. “You know what you are, Callahan? You’re a dad. And I don’t mean it in a twisted way, I mean that in an actual father of this fraternity type of way. Omega daddy.”












