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“Okay, you put the flags up over on that side of the garden,” Derek said, pointing towards the far corner of the front yard. “Does anyone know where the kegs are? We were meant to have kegs…” For one of the first parties he’d helped with, it seemed to be pretty well put together already, save for the suspiciously missing liquor.

He thought he could handle this on his own, but Braydon soon realized that kegs weighed a lot more than he’d anticipated. He’d left the first one mid-driveway, the second still in the back of the truck he’d borrowed to pick them up. Coming around the counter just in time to hear the house father’s comment, the frat boy waved him down. “I’m, ahh ---- gonna need a little help getting these things back here,” he let out a breathy laugh, even if there wasn’t anything particularly funny about the situation. He felt like a wimp, to put it simply.

“Oh----hey,” Braydon shifted, arms pushing down so he could push himself up to sit. “I don’t think I ever told you my room number,” he perked a brow. “You stalking me now, bookworm?” It was all in good fun, really, his tone clearly teasing. The fraternity boy stood from his bed and shoved his hands in his pockets. He really wasn’t expecting any visitors, and only hoped he looked decent enough for the company he was about to be keeping.

Aurora looked up at the sounds of a voice, unsure if they were speaking to her. When she saw someone looking her way, the girl shook her head, her cheeks turning red in embarrassment. “I umm… I walked,” she said sheepishly. “I didn’t expect to be getting so many things.” She adjusted the bags in her hands, her arms starting to hurt from the weight. 

Braydon’s eyebrows rose at the girl’s admission, and he shuffled in his spot for a moment as he thought over the options. He could offer her a ride home, and this was a college town ---- it wasn’t an uncommon thing to do, right? It could be taken chivalrously or creepily, and it would have been rude to dismiss her. “Ahh... well, uh, there’s space in the backseat for a few bags if you need a lift or something.“ He offered, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. “You live close by?”

The world was…dizzy. Sara had made a point of outdoing her last Halloween booze fest–and by the way the world was spinning, the night was a tremendous success. Tripping over herself as she got out of the taxi, the blonde giggled as she stumbled up the driveway. She had left Tara and Tristan to do their thing–figuring the house would be empty so she could get away with just about whatever she wanted. The music was still pumping through her veins, making it hard to focus on anything–especially walking. “Shit,” she mumbled, stumbling again–this time scraping her knees as she hit the cement. 

Finally getting a hold of his wallet from between the car seat cushions, Braydon popped out of his car and shut the door, just in time to see Sara stumbling up the walkway. Sure, it was Halloween, and she had a viable excuse to be partying... it still irked Braydon every time he’d see her like this. Watching her take a nasty fall, the frat boy shut his car door and made his way over to her, not particularly in a rush. She was already down, getting her up on her feet in a fast pace would most likely only make her vomit. “Hey...” he announced his presence, coming down to her side as he stuffed his wallet into his back pocket before setting his hand on her back. “C’mon, let’s get you up.”