Oct 16, 2015
“Get your shit together man, now come on I can’t be a good wing man if you don’t give me something to work with.”
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“Get your shit together man, now come on I can’t be a good wing man if you don’t give me something to work with.”
Short vs Ginger | Open
Brian: shit, can I ask your opinion?
Brian: like, don't say anything to Orion either...
His first day in the house had left Dexter both mentally and physically exhausted. It was all a lot to take in, and the new pledge was feeling overwhelmed. ‘What the hell have I gotten myself into?’ He thought as he unpacked his belongings, haphazardly throwing his clothing into drawers because he was too tired to even attempt at being organized. Dexter glanced around at the other twin sized beds in close proximity, wondering if the lack of privacy was supposed to force him bond with these strangers that were his pledge brothers. He yawned before shedding his clothes and climbing into bed, sound asleep minutes after his head hit the pillow.
The next morning Dexter awoke to a strained, slightly tingling sensation in both of his arms. His eyes flew open and he sat upright in bed, panicking for a few seconds because he had no idea where he was. He tried to move his arms but was unable to do so, since both of his wrists were loosely bound to his bed frame with what looked like some of his old T-shirts. ‘Oh fuck,’ Dexter thought as he jerked against restraints, ‘This is some kind of hazing thing!’ After a few more attempts to free himself, he finally called out in frustration, “Hey! What the hell is going on?! Someone untie me!” He kicked the blankets off of his legs, and immediately wished he had not have done so because now he was tied to his bed and completely naked except for his socks. “This isn’t fuckin’ funny! Fuck!”
“Are you going to stand there and watch all day?”
“I’m sorry… What?” Jono asked to the other as he looked from his laptop, not sure if he had heard the other correct.
Midnight Snack | Open 4 Pledges
Brian is standing in the kitchen, wearing a packed red jockstrap that highlights his assets front and back. The house is quiet for the most part, most people are asleep for the night. He turns when he sees the pledge leaving the bathroom and heading for the basement stairs.
“Hey pledge, you want some?” He gestures to the container of salted caramel ice cream he’s dishing up. “I always crave sweets after sex.”
Flashback | Asher & Open
“Bartender!” Asher pushed himself past the counter, hips digging against the wood. His hand slammed over it a second later, not wincing from the pain, he was far too drunk to actually feel it. “Shots for everyone.” The man stated waving broadly. “Because this asshole was just made brother.” Asher pointed at himself, now standing atop of the bar, a couple of men next to him yelled, all of them had just been pinned, all of them drunk. “Fuck yeah. Alpha Chi.” More yelling, more shots, more troubles ahead, his eyes landed on a white tee in the crowd moving past him Asher grabbed the man by the wrist spinning him around lips pressing against his.