micvhisms:
â that party is the reason iâm an alcoholic, â  micah grumbled, taking another sip of his drink. he didnât know why he was at work today, but there was nothing to do at the apartment. he figured if everyone else would be here, he might as well come, too. he glanced over at isaiah. he hadnât spoken much to him since before blairâs passing, so he wasnât exactly sure where they stood. things had seemed good at the party, but he wasnât sure. â d-did they shut the frat down again? â ( @isaiahmaxâ )
isaiah let out a bark of a laugh, shaking his head. âyou sure thatâs the only reason, dude?â he asked, good-naturedly. isaiah pulled a face, shrugging slightly as he tossed a toy football in the air and caught it, over and over again. âi dunno. iâm surprised they havenât already. but yâknow zach. heâs a sweet talker with everyone, not just the ladies.â he grinned. âbut hey, itâs not a party until one of us gets accused of murder, conspiracy, or nearly arrested. right?â












