The next morning the boys awoke, bleary eyed and heads aching from dehydration each of them had a whopping hangover.
Kit was the first awake and he slowly shuffled to the bathroom, Roger was asleep on the sofa with a kink in his neck from the uncomfortable position he lay in, upstairs Hulk and Tony slept in their rooms. None but Roger would remember the terms of the bet they had made the night before, they were too drunk to remember what they had even talked about, or how they got to their rooms.
The days passed as normal, each evening Roger visited the frat house to watch the game. Each evening he grinned as the games concluded. The final night arrived. The four young men sat on the sofa watching the big screen.
"Well boys. That was a fun one, but in the end looks like your team lost." Roger said as he hit the mute button on the TV news which followed the game. He grinned at Tony and Hulk as he lay the remote on the table with a clack.
"I don't even remember what the bet was... fifty bucks or something?" said Tony. Hulk was fishing in his pants for his wallet, and finding it he opened it to count how much cash he possessed.
"I remember changing it, but he had some beers that night. Some like... as in 12 each." Kit laughed. "Rog you remember man?"
"Oh yeah. I have it written down. A deal is a deal." his grin widened as he looked at the two losers, Tony and Hulk, still sitting on the sofa. He stood before them enjoying the long silence as they waited to hear it.
"So for the next three years, Hulk and Tony have to be whatever we want, all night long. 7PM to sunrise actually. I added in too that they can't tell anybody about it either. We don't want blabber mouths ruining our fun and this way it will be much much more fun." he said, giving a long meaningful look at Kit. He turned to Hulk and Tony, they looked confused.
"What?" Tony said. He clearly didn't understand.
"Whatever Kit and I want. That was the terms. Here watch, it's 8pm now so..."