“Don’t be a bitch, Brandon,” Logan said with a roll of his eyes before he was tipping the bottle of liquor in his frat brothers hand up more. It was a stupid back from spring break party that they were prepping for, and he would be damned if he was the one that was the most toasted tonight. This was a group event. “Wait you hear that?” He quipped again, a wide toothy grin crossing over his lips as he stared at the door. Sometimes, it felt like he was a kid in a candy shop whenever the premise of arranged dates were put onto the table. The girls were always hot (even if he barely remembered them the next morning) and it was a good enough distraction for the night. Clapping a hand around his frat brother to the left’s shoulder, Logan stood up before he was rubbing his hands together. “It’s fuckin’ party time, asshats.”
As soon as the door was opening up and a familiar DZ face was gracing the rooms presence, Logan was instantly schmoozing. This was what he was good at. Partying and girls were the one thing that he wished he could major in in college, because maybe then his grades wouldn’t be as questionable as they currently were. However, it was the moment that his date for the night was being introduced that Logan’s attention was completely focused in. “Logan,” he said with a lazy smirk, suddenly feeling the alcohol cursing blessing his system. “Maya, right? I’ve heard a lot about you but wish I would have met you a lot sooner. Spring break woulda been more interesting then,” he finished, smiling big enough that the tip of his tongue was peeking out from between his teeth. @mayaacrawford