❝ I didn’t fall….the pool just needed a hug. ❝

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❝ I didn’t fall….the pool just needed a hug. ❝
“Okay ladies and gentlemen Bender is here - lead me to that punch and watch me go.” Arlo beamed as he pushed his way through the crowds, his large stature coming in handy as he did so. “So! What are you here as?” He asked, siding up to the person he found by the punch.
“Three guys have already asked me if they can have mouth to mouth all because I’m dressed as a lifeguard and seem to be pretending to ignore the 6ft 5 fighter pilot whose been following me around most of the night! Anyway! I am in love with that costume! You want a drink - I got two cups.” Storm offered as she held one up.
“Yes I am well aware there are lots of babies from dirty dancing but I love that film and I refused to dress as anything else.” Maggie laughed as she placed a chip into her mouth. “You know if you want one of these you should move fast, I’ve been hogging this bowl since I got here.”
Bradley walked into Alpha Eta, though he proceeded with caution. He wasn’t one to step into other frat houses unless absolutely necessary. Plus, the Alpha’s house wasn’t exactly the best on Greek Row: Tau Beta held that honor. As he walked in, he gave casual waves to people that he knew, making a beeline for the drinks. “Hm, interesting.” He poured almost a cup full of Coke into a cup, pulling out a flask and adding his own personal stash of rum. Mixing it around a bit, he took a sip, smacking his lips. “Ah, hits the spot as usual.” Someone walked by asking who he was and he replied. “Jake, from Sixteen Candles.” They looked confused, to which Bradley replied. “If you’re going to a theme party, you should research the theme.” He shook his head, taking another drink and scanning the area for someone who wouldn’t annoy him.
Isabella wasn’t creative, and right now she had way to much on her mind and plate to come up with anything of originality for a costume party. The only reason that she came as Sandy in the first place was because Tj wanted her to be the Sandy to his Danny, and she had most of the stuff easily accessible. The typical Sandy after her makeover outfit and a pair of black heels. She did decide she was Sandy with a dye job because she didn’t have a blonde wig and didn’t care enough to find one. She just wanted to get drunk and have a good time with Aaron gone for the weekend. At least she didn’t have to worry about running into him. Looking around as she stepped into the house she couldn’t see Tj away so just made her way around the crowd looking for either him, booze, or anybody else she could stand to talk to at the moment.