Stephen quickly grew tired of studying.
A young man walking around passing out flyers caught his eye.
Dylan was a true frat bro. He had rushed as a freshman and quickly moved into the frat house. His life as a communications major lent him enough time to drink, smoke weed and slam chicks as much as he wanted to. His life at Delta Iota Kappa had been fun and now one semester and one year from graduation, he was looking to have as much fun as he possibly could.
He had convinced the frat to throw their first kegger of the year and now he was looking to get the word out. Tonight, on the second Thursday of the spiring semester, ΔΙΚ was gonna tear it up. He wanted as many babes at the house as he could get. He was on a mission.
By looks, he was the frat bro. His tight polo shirt and dark kakhi pants were both expensive and new. In his mind, the aviators he had on made him look straight out of Top Gun. He was cool. He had money and he wanted people on campus to know.
He passed by a young man typing on his laptop.
As he walked past him, he dropped one of the flyers on accident. He placed his stack of papers on the guy’s desk, bent down and picked it up. He got back up and began to scour the rest of the library for hot chicks.
As he walked to the third floor of the library, he realized that it was a little chilly to be wearing what he had on. His stringer tank top that showed off his hot biceps was too thin for the high powered A/C that the library operated with. He scratched his abs and felt the light treasure trail that was visible because of the way he had cropped the shirt. He knew that if he wanted people to come to the party, he had to look hot enough to drag them in by excitement alone.
He realized that his shoe had come undone and he bent down to tie it displaying for a moment the top of his jockstrap from the tight cutoffs that he was wearing. He realized after a moment that he wasn’t going to find anybody at the library that would want to go to the party. He put the small flyers into his fanny pack and adjusted the pouch so that it hid his his sizable bulge.
Stephen looked at the flyer he had snagged from the remolded guy. The ΔΙΚ house party was going to be wilder than any of those fratboys could imagine.