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“ Okay, we have been here like five minutes and I swear the staff are already putting their grubby little hands on my stuff! My Dolce dress that I was supposed to be wearing tonight has a grease stain on it. Do I look like I eat grease? My mom is going to flip out. ” Aleia rattled, throwing her hands up desperately. This was the last time she was letting those drunken morons pick where she was spending her break. She could be partying in Zante right now but noooo.

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“I admit it’s pretty irresponsible from their part and I’m sad for your loss, but why would you bring a Dolce dress to a retreat? You can’t seriously expect it to come out spotless after a retreat at a lake.”

#ft. aleia

daveybritt:

“Uh huh…meet me at Pi Thrice in ten. We’ll have words, Lake Erie’s going to be more than designated trust catches, line dancing, and bake off’s. I’ve got my connections, you’ve got yours. Sun set’s and the houses coexist in more ways than the bumper stickers, it’s a known fact. We got this. Laissez les bon temps roulez.”

“Is this... is all of this some sort of Tri Pi code-word for I got weed? I’m definitely missing something here.”

#ft. davey

caitlincohen-blog

“Brilliant idea. A bunch of college students at a summer camp and sleeping in cabins. What could possibly go wrong? You know, besides the fact that this is basically the plot for every cliche horror movie. If we’re placing bets on who gets killed first, I’m putting my money on a Tri-Pi. The slutty ones always go first.”

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“Woah -- hey, I’m all for freedom of speech but that’s some major generalization there with the Tri Pi’s. What happened to Zetas and being classy?”

#ft. caitlin

kennedy-jackson:

“I do occasionally wear them to be edgy, I do confess,” Kenny gave a half-smile, “I’m wearing them to avoid people’s perky, hangover-free faces.”

“No shame. I wear ball caps even if it’s hailing outside, just to look ‘trendy’.” Andrea held air-quotes at the end of her sentence, a small laugh accompanying her words. “So, you went too hard last night with alcohol and now you kinda look like a mess or what?”

#ft. kennedy

anthonyrothschild

“For fucks sakes Emily, you’re not pregnant, just fat. You can’t get pregnant if I didn’t insert my wand into your wide-set grand canyon— You’re the Virgin Mary now? The baby will come out of your ass then? How about my ass?” A sudden beep could be heard from the phone and he checked to see that he was hung up on. Running a hand through his hair, he frowned. How was he to be amused now without the bible thumper?

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Eavesdropping over the heated on-call discussion, Andrea’s eyes had widened by the words being exchanged. Shortly after noticing his call was over, she cleared her throat before commenting on the situation. “I have to say, that’s one of the most romantic thing you’ve ever said.”

#ft. sebastian

adamxten

“Pretty sure we’re not supposed to have any alcohol on this retreat, unless it’s during the bonfire, but could I really call myself a social chair of the great Omega Chi if I didn’t come through?” Adam boasted, showing off a few beers in his hands. Being in Omega Chi and a Tennyson did have its perks, no matter how much he tried to stray from his family name. “I think one of these might have your name on it.”

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“Oh no,” Andrea muttered at the sight of the Omega nearing her. Arms laced and lips pursed together to suppress the laugh his words triggered, the girl raised her brows, falsely impressed. “You must be feeling like one hell of a rebel, huh? If it stops you from delivering more cringey lines, I’ll take one.” Without awaiting a response, Andrea tugged one of the bottles from his fingers.

#ft. adam

baileyreinhart

“I haven’t slept for the last thirty-two hours and I think I started having hallucinations or a group of people really took their clothes and started running around the quad.”

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“It’s debatable. Like, it sure isn’t the first time someone runs around campus showing off their impotent ‘package’. But thirty-two hours without sleep? Hell, even I would be imagining things.”

#ft. bailey #her name is andrea's last name #idk why i find humor in that

gisellebelle

Giselle sat at the cafeteria table, talking more than she was actually eating. She twirled the spaghetti on her fork lazily as she blabbered on. “- I have a pedicure at two and a massage at six so if you want to squeeze in some time with me then it’s going to have to be after eight.” Hesitantly, she took a bite and made a face before dabbing the stray sauce on her lips. “Goddamnit! Will you please pass me the pepper? I know I say this every time but I swear to the good Lord above Ohio knows next to nothin’ about seasoning.”

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The Gamma member tapped away an angry message at her phone whilst the other spoke. She could only manage to overhear something about a pedicure and what sounded like an invitation after eight. It wasn’t until the sudden complaint from Giselle that Andrea finally looked up from her messages. “I don’t know, Giselle. You’re asking a lot for a state that’s full of white people.” Andrea remarked, either way passing the pepper.

#ft. giselle

suhchase:

“Fuck,” Chase muttered under his breath, letting out a breathy sigh and closing his Psych book suddenly with force. “Out of curiosity, do you know how much male strippers make per year? Is it more than a psychologist would make in a year? I need to weigh my options here.”

Andrea looked up from her own book, which was nearly highlighted to its entirety, and breathed a laugh at the Kappa’s inquiry. “You know, I overheard something about male strippers being needed somewhere around here. A thousand dollars weekly, without experience. I’m not good at statistics, but I think that’s more than what a psych would make a week.”