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đđđ: Sloane Porter & @mayaacrawfordâââââââ
đđđđ: Friday, March 26th. Nighttime.
đđđđđ: Sigma Chi House.
If there was one thing the Delta Zeta girls knew, it was how to party it up. Yeah, they were smart and philanthropic and whatever it is sorority girls were supposed to be, but at the end of the day no one joined a sorority to make a generous contribution to society, it was all to get wasted on weekends and wear cute t-shirts to let people know you were that bitch on campus. Sloane didnât know how she would manage partying at Sigma Chi after her pre-spring break breakup, but it turned out that any kind of alcohol could aid that and the âJâ word wasnât even on her mind. âMaya!â Sloane called out, finding her DZ sister. âYou look banginâ like what the fuck?â She slurred out, wrapping her arm around Maya. By this point in the night Sloane had lost count of the amount of drinks she had leaving her cheeks flushed, her words slurred, and more F bombs dropping out of her mouth. Clearly teacher of the year. âWait donât say anything,â she shushed the girl, holding a finger up to her mouth to hear whatever song was playing. âWow, I love Ariana Grande,â she blatantly said, âand I love you, bitch. Come on.â
Beckoning Maya, Sloane grabbed a hold of her hand, pulling her over to where people were dancing, but she stopped in her tracks almost bumping into one of the Sigs. âWait,â a pause as she turned to look at Maya with her mouth wide open to catch flies. âShould we like totally do body shots?â
maya crawford wasnât always the first person to show up to a party (sometimes pregames lasted longer than intended), but she was always one of the last to leave. after taking a frat lap or two around the sig chi house with dylan, maya had allowed herself to be pulled into the loud, dark basement with the promise of a brand new bottle of vodka. one day sheâd inevitably turn her nose up at cheap, flavored liquor, but today wasnât that day. today she was jumping at the chance to secure the rights to a freshly tapped bottle... and if that bottle was accompanied by a cute, flirtatious boy, then maya would decree it to be a pretty good night. somewhere between the first shot and saving her number in connorâs phone, maya had lost sight of dylan.. so when she heard her name being called out, her first instinct was that it belonged to her roommate. as she turned and came face to face with sloane, the grin on mayaâs mouth grew so wide it hurt. âsloane,â she greeted back, hugging her friend around the waist. âokay but have you seen you? where have you been hiding this body?â maya was always down to have a good time, but between sloaneâs breakup and the sudden urge for body shots, it was safe to say she was more than a little concerned. âi love you, butâ she paused, angling to get a better look at sloane. âmaybe we should go back to the dorms? order pizza and pop some advil so youâre not hugging the toilet tomorrow.âÂ

















