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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.”

[bhavanpithou]

Squalor | Open 4 Pledges

Brian walks through the door, and it’s clear he’s coming home from his last gen ed requirement, Classical Philosophy.  A maverick and rising star in the Business School at Fairhaven, Brian did well with most of his classes, but he had no time or patience for the “pretentious paupers”, his not so affectionate pet name for the philosophy teachers or students. 

Needless to say, the Prez wasn’t having the best afternoon when he came through the door.  And that’s when he looked around the room.  Closing his eyes, he willed himself not to see the messy state of the frat house.  Tried desperately to just walk past and go up to his room.  Opening his eyes, he turned to the intercom and hit the “all call” button, turning it on so every hallway in the house would hear his message.  

“Pledges, fall out!”  He bellows with the ferocity of a drill sergeant.