Golden Throne

Pour me another drink first.

I will get you to tell me, though. 

Yeah, you are the bad guy. You and Avery. You and every son of a bitch who thinks these rules are actually worth enforcing. Who are you to tell someone who they can and can’t be with? Why should I have to wait until graduation, isn’t that the purpose of brotherhood and sisterhood, aren’t we supposed to be accepting, too? And instead we put out these ridiculous fucking rules, because why? To have something to hold over everyone’s heads? Just for the hell of it?

The fact that you think that means that you don't understand the meaning of the rules. It's not merely to enforece the dating habits of the members, it's a sign of loyalty. It's a test of will power and trust. It's a sign of brotherhood. If Jason considers that to be unjust, then he should have no problem admitting that he doesn't have a place in Zeta anymore and you shouldn't have a problem leaving your sisters behind. It's not everyone's job to cater to you. It's about compromise, self-sacrifice for the sake of your future, and a bit of respect. You display none of that.

D-don’t. Don’t talk about Tad that way. And it doesn’t matter because that’s not even a thing anymore.

Oh. I'm sorry, I didn-- what happened? If it's okay to ask, I mean. Or, I can pour you another drink and you can tell me later.

Fuck you, you pretentious sack of shit. What the fuck kind of bullshit is that. I expected some god damned understanding, I’m not the only Delta who’s fucked one of you, am I?

I'm the bad guy here? You come into these situations with an understanding of what's expected, of what rules you must uphold. Jesus Christ, Minnie, you were the singing canary any time there was disruption amongst the girls, even when Avery wasn't stepping up. Why would it be different for you and him? Why would the two of you get any special treatment when it comes to breaking the rules? That's what you did. You broke a rule. You couldn't wait until graduation to make a move and you screwed not only him, but you screwed yourself too, Esmond. It's pretty damn sad to think that your entire college existence boils down to being passed on the presidency and then being kicked out at the end. But, you know, you got the guy. You got someone who will put up with your abuse and your sadistic attitude. What an accomplishment. You ruined him.

Don’t bring logic into my hypothetical situation. Logic isn’t welcome here. Uh— I don’t have a type and if I did, it’s certainly not Scott Disick. Right. It’s what’s supposed to happen but it’s really crazy to think about isn’t it? We’re graduating from college and holy shit that’s like— I didn’t think I’d ever do that but now it gets really real and that’s weirdly terrifying.

Don't be so illogical and I wouldn't have to. Scott's not a far cry from your type, admit it. Well dressed, slightly psychotic, very full of himself, and way too much hair product. If we weren't sure of it before, we're officially adults. It's incredibly terrifying.

Fucking christ. This is unfuckingbelievable. Three fucking weeks left and I still got kicked out.

What did you expect?

I’m not offended, don’t be ridiculous. And seriously, if I’m anyone I’m totes Rooney Mara’s character, I might have even called him an asshole once or twice. Um— define ready. Because I’ve been preparing for this moment my whole life, actually completing something and moving onto something much bigger, that’s like a big deal. But am I ready? No, not really. Are you ready? Are you ready to pass on the torch?

But that would imply that you dated your term partner. I thought you had more of a thing for the Soctt Disick type, not Mark Zuckerberg. I understand what you mean there. This is the natural progression, but I'm not ready in the least. Needless to say, this year didn't pan out quite like expected.

You guess you can settle. Him. The Bella Nova version of Mark Zuckerberg, his name is irrelevant, we presented today, it’s over. If I wanted to I could totes have him fitted for cement shoes. But then I wouldn’t deserve the tequila.

Don't be offended. I'm emotionally and physically drained right now. Does that make you the Bella Nova version of Eduardo? Or the twins? You might be doing us all a civil service either way and therefore, would still deserve the drink. Are you ready for Grad school?

I can’t give you that. But I can share my bottle of tequila with you. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion, and not murdering my term project partner is special enough.

I guess I can settle. Who'd you end up with? Do I him or her? Because as much as you've threatened death upon this person, I'm surprised you made it.

Do you have as big of a stress headache as I do over this end of the year crap or is just me?

I need another four years just to recover from these last few weeks.

It’s funny how you choose to just be this incredible jerk instead of being the nice guy I met once. Sometimes I just…

Watch yourself, Windsor. You're sounding a bit sappy. Wouldn't want anyone to know you actually care about that sort of thing. 

More for me! If you don’t want to wake up, why don’t you just go to sleep? Bam! Problem solved!

It's not that I don't want to wake up. I'd just rather do it naturally without escalating my heart rate from coffee. I have to finish this damn paper before I even entertain the idea of sleep.

I was just doing a favor for the library lady, since I was on my way out and she asked me if I could make sure you were still breathing or not drooling all over her books.

Well, aren't you a model citizen. Congratulations for doing something admirable for once. Obviously, I'm awake, so you can go report back now.

Time for more coffee!

No, thank you. I'm trying not to get started on caffeine right now.

No one you’d care about, clearly. You don’t need to be rude Wes, it’s a library, like you said. It’s too late for anyone to be in here, actually.

Clearly. I have final papers to work on. It'd be nice to do it without being bothered.

Way too late for you to be here, that’s certain.

It's a library. I'm studying. Who are you to tell me it's too late?