Chapter 5

I awoke the next morning to find the house in a state of distress. The main organizers of the party were behind making flyers and getting the supplies needed. They enlisted the help of many of the other members, including me, to get the word out and secure libations. We had guys going out to party stores and craft stores for decorations to match the theme of the event.

It’s funny. Before coming here, I never knew how much effort went into throwing a good party. If I ever threw one in high school, it was usually just some music on my Dad’s stereo, beer from the fridge, and as many people as I could get to come over. In my time with the Alphas, I learned there is so much more to organize an epic event that people would remember for the rest of the year, maybe their lives. It truly has been an educational experience here at school. I came to Adams to study city planning and learned the important art of event planning.

There had been a split disagreement on the theme, which delayed things. One group wanted a tropical island theme, while another group wanted something more classical. After a tight vote, which drew in everyone in the house, the classical theme won out. I was put in charge of materials and decorations, so I spent a good part of the day at discount party stores, thrift shops, reno depots, and craft stores.

I was so busy running around that I didn’t get a chance to see how Lindsay was settling in. I’d get texts here and there, and I’d try to respond when I could, but I was just too busy. It sucked to finally be so close but not get to see each other. From the sporadic texts, it seemed like things were going well. I wondered if she’d managed to tame the mountain of stuff she’d brought, or if she was sleeping under a pile of clothes and whatever else she’d crammed in there. At least I was able to message her now. That was an improvement.

I spent a good part of the evening and night building columns, painting, and random other tasks. By the time my head hit the pillow, I had no energy left. I was so out of it, I didn’t even hear the texts Lindsay had sent me.

I woke up the next morning to find several texts from Lindsay asking how and what I was up to. I felt bad that I hadn’t responded and sent an apology and explanation. I hoped she wasn’t too mad, but unfortunately, I couldn’t try to make it up to her. There were still quite a few things left to do before the big party tonight.

The frat had become a living, breathing, working mass of bodies, decorating, organizing, and preparing for what was to come tonight. These parties were always the largest ones of the year, so more kegs were needed, liquor stocked up, and other supplies amassed. It was all hands on deck in a race to have everything perfect. My own petty personal wants had to be waylaid for the time being. I think it was the first time I didn’t want to party here.

As the hours grew thin before the party kicked off, I knew I couldn’t break free to see her. We’d been sending the odd message back and forth during the day, but they were short. I did tell her about the party, though, hoping she’d make an appearance.

Of all things, I knew the guys would cut me some slack if they saw me talking to a pretty girl. It was Alpha code, ‘thou shall let thy bro get laid.’ I may not be written down, but it is understood.

The music kicked on at 7:00pm as partiers started to arrive, most dressed in accordance with the theme. Following the theme wasn’t required, of course, but it was encouraged to have the maximum amount of fun. Of those that came, I’d say at least 60% were in some manner of costume. I mean, you didn’t need much, just a sheet folded and tied in the right places.

A chant started in the main living room that spread throughout the house. It was loud enough to temporarily drown out the music, but I didn’t hear anyone complaining ... Not that I could hear much of anything else at that moment.

“TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!” the chanters yelled. Guys, girls, and everything in between raised their cups in celebration of the classic Greek tradition.

I wandered around the house for a while, chatting with my brothers and a lot of the revelers. The mood was high, and low drinks refilled. So far, the party was a success for the house, but not for me. I’d not seen any sign of Lindsay so far, as the night descended on the raging party. Torches were lit outside, and various white string lights turned on to accentuate the atmosphere. It was a party everywhere but inside my heart.

I moved my way through rooms full of merrymakers, their self-made togas held together by various clips and pins. Most of the girls had visible bras underneath their togas, visible on the side not slung over their shoulders. A few more daring girls seemed to be going without, as their tits flopped around unsupported as they danced on the makeshift dance floor. Most of them looked like girls from the Kappa sorority, who never seemed to disappoint in the looks department. I’m sure their rush week this year would see a whole new crop of top-tier female talent.

As I moved through the crowd, just past the front entrance, I felt a hand on my shoulder. A voice called out barely above the ear-blistering music, “Excuse me, I hope you aren’t looking to take advantage of us poor innocent drunk girls.”

I turned around to see Lindsay, a large smile plastered across her face and a blue sheet tied over her right shoulder. From what I could tell, she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. I reached out, and my arms encircled her waist as I pulled her in for a hug. She giggled and laughed, pretending to fight me off.