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Post by AVERY ELIZA MADDOX on Dec 30, 2011 22:41:09 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] red solo cup i fill you up ( WORDS ) 557 ( TAGGED ) EMMY/FAY ( STATUS ) COMPLETE
Avery had a lot of feelings coursing through her as she set foot in the Lambda Sigma Rho house for the first time, for her first ever college fraternity party with some of her new soon-to-be sorority sisters by her side. She was both excited and a little bit nervous. Throughout high school she’d had maybe one drink. Between being a cheerleader and a rally girl for her Sweetwater Highschool Mustang football team, most people would probably be surprised to hear that. But with all of the activities and running around she did in high school, she never had time to go to the big football bonfires held on the outskirts of town. Pairing that with a strict curfew from her watchful parents, Avery could count on one hand the number of times she’d been to a party. The last had been the big senior bonfire almost a year ago, and she’d volunteered to be the designated driver for her friends.
That was why she was so excited going to Lambda and getting a real taste of what college life was like. The fraternity houses were so close to campus that they were all within walking distance, which meant that everyone walked, making a designated driver unnecessary. Still, Avery knew that there was a sober sister assigned each weekend night, should any emergencies crop up, which made her a bit more comfortable, not that she wanted to be that pledge. She planned to have a good time, but be enough in control of herself to walk back to her dorm room with Ambrielle at the end of the night.
The party was more or less what she expected. The upstairs house kitchen housed a keg of what she assumed to be cheap beer, buried beneath ice in a large washtub, or at least it looked like a washtub, though she doubted much actual washing occurred in it. On the counter were two coolers filled with some unspecified liquid, like the kind that kept water and Gatorade handy for the football team on hot days when they were running two-a-day practices. On the counter were several bottles of liquor in varying shades from clear to dark. So many options, so many decisions. Avery doubted that she liked beer very much. Liquor seemed like a bad idea, considering she’d already had two shots of it with some of the pledges before heading over. That left whatever was in the large coolers. She glanced around the kitchen, looking a little bit lost for a moment, as she tried to find a familiar face. She didn’t want the guys to know just how much of a clueless freshman she really was.
After a moment, she recognized Emmy, whom she recalled speaking to during the rush process. At least she was pretty sure that was her name. That week had been a blur of names and faces, and Avery was having a little trouble keeping them all straight in her mind. She walked over to her and tapped her lightly on the shoulder, hoping she didn’t seem rude or like she was nagging. ”Hey Emmy…I don’t mean to sound totally clueless,” she asked quietly, ”But what exactly…is in there?” she gestured to the tall orange coolers on the counter, a slight blush spreading across her cheeks at how undeniably childish she sounded.
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Post by "EMMY" DOROTHY MARIE EMMERSON on Dec 31, 2011 1:40:43 GMT -5
blame it on the goose,  Emmy was thoroughly pissed off after yet another drunken call from Cam. How was she supposed to get over this guy if he was continuously trying to talk to her? She'd been halfway through getting ready for the Lambda Sigma Rho fraternity party, when her phone rang. Scars by Papa Roach was the tone that played from the bathroom where she'd left her cell, so she knew it was him. But, God help her, she'd answered anyways. She just couldn't help herself. The first five minutes were spent with him just babbling on about how he missed her, and the remainder was him giggling and whispering with an unidentified female voice that suddenly appeared in the background. Emmy hung up on him, a she so often did. The passive aggressive conversation had spiraled her into quite the mood, and she hoped it wouldn't put a damper on the rest of her night. The more she thought about it, the more motivated she became to leave the house looking damn good. She changed out of her skinny jeans and slipped into a little black dress, with a sexy back, and a pair of leather boots with leg warmers. She slung a sweater over her arm, and slicked on some strawberry lip gloss on as she walked out the door into the December night. The honks and whistles she got as she walked the short distance to LSR, boosted her confidence to a ridiculously high level, and by the time she made it to the front door she was feeling pretty good about herself. " Heeeey!" She called out when she arrived, smiling at all the party goers who greeted her by name, was there anyone on campus who didn't know Emmy? Probably not. She made her was directly to the kitchen on the upper level, spotting the coolers of Lambda's signature party punch immediately. An upperclassman had one of the Lambda pledges fill Emmy's cup with the sweet nectar. It wasn't often that Emmy drank, but she told Soph in advance that she should be prepared to hold her hair back when she got home, as she planned to consume as much alcohol as her tiny body could handle tonight. She was chatting casually with a few of the frat boys, and was halfway through her first cup when a voice sounded behind her. Turning, she recognized the girl immediately. " Avery! Hi there." She said with a smile, she knew every pledge by name and was quite proud of that fact. " Oh, this?" She asked giggling, gesturing at her cup. " They call it a sweet tart. It's just orange soda, koolaid packets, and Everclear." She explained, lifting her cup in Avery's direction. " You can taste mine, if you want. It's pretty strong, but it's so good!" gotcha feelin loose. template by FAY @ ED and HC
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Post by AVERY ELIZA MADDOX on Jan 1, 2012 13:14:54 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] red solo cup i fill you up ( WORDS ) 628 ( TAGGED ) EMMY/FAY ( STATUS ) COMPLETE
Avery inwardly sighed with relief, glad to be met with Emmy’s sweet and understanding personality. Despite the fact that all of the Zetas were so nice, Avery always had this lingering fear in the pit of her stomach that she would do something stupid, mess up somehow, and get kicked out of the sorority before she was even initiated. She’d heard hazing stories from multiple generations of her family. Between aunts and cousins, she’d heard some truly horrifying things. So far, she’d not experienced any of that with Zeta, and for that she was grateful. She was a strong girl, to be sure, but when she gave someone her trust, she was always completely crushed when it turned out that trust was unfounded. Avery’s goal in life was to be as perfect as possible, in whatever context she found herself in, and she would be perfect by Zetas standards if it was the last thing she did.
Avery cocked her head to the side as Emmy explained what exactly was in the drink. She was glad that Emmy knew her by name, and that sparked a bit of confidence in her. She cautiously took the cup from Emmy and put it to her lips, taking a sip that was just enough to taste how strong it was. Her face lit up and she handed the cup back to Emmy, ”It actually tastes like Sweet Tarts!” she beamed. Truly, Avery could barely taste the alcohol at all. Emmy had said the drink was strong, but with it tasting the way it, Avery couldn’t guess how that could be true. She let it slide and went to get herself a cup, but was stopped short by a boy she recognized from one of her classes. She thought he was a freshman on the football team, so it only made sense that he would be pledging LSR. She smiled as he poured her a generous helping of the drink before handing it back to her. ”Thanks,” she said with a smile, mildly upset with herself that she couldn’t remember his name at that moment. So as she thanked him, she gently touched him on the shoulder, grazing his pledge pin. She was a little bit startled when he got down on one knee and kissed her hand as the brothers looked on and smiled.
For a moment, Avery wondered why on earth he had done that, but after thinking for a moment, she thought she remembered one of her cousins saying something about what guys were supposed to do if a girl touched their pledge pins. She guessed it varied from house to house, her cousin said they’d had to make out with the girl, if Avery remembered right. She reminded herself to be sure to find him later, get his name, and that she owed him a dance for making her feel like a princess.
Unsure if she should head downstairs where all the noise was coming from, where Avery assumed the majority of the party was, Avery lingered in the kitchen near Emmy as she quickly downed her first cup of the delicious beverage. ”By the way, you look stunning tonight, Emmy!” It was true, in that little black dress, Avery felt a little underdressed in comparison. She’d gone with a pair of skinny black jeans and a rich purple sequined v-neck tank top with black sequined flats. She had on a simple silver pendant on a longer chain which drew the eye down toward her cleavage and black feathered earrings. She hadn’t wanted to overdress, but considering most of the other girls at the party were in dresses and skirts, she couldn’t help but feel underdressed. On the bright side, that gave her a reason to go shopping.
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Post by "EMMY" DOROTHY MARIE EMMERSON on Jan 4, 2012 16:28:52 GMT -5
blame it on the goose, Emmy nodded enthusiastically as Avery took a sip of her beverage, "you betcha." She beamed at the younger girl, "that's why I get into so much trouble at lambda parties." She winked, it was true, the drink tasted exactly like the sweet and sour candy from which it'd gotten it's name. One could probably die of alcohol poisoning before they even noticed they'd had too much to drink with how deceiving the flavor was. Emmy waved her hand toward Avery, the national symbol for 'hurry.' While she didn't mind stumbling back to Zeta house alone, drinking with someone else was always more fun. Especially when that someone was a cute little future Zeta. She stared after the brunette, thinking about how many hearts the two of them could break if they so chose. Speaking of broken hearts. She looked down at her phone and found another drunken text from Cam. What was with him tonight? They must be serving bourbon, wherever he is. She thought glumly. Cam always acted like a whimpering fool on that stuff. It was what his father drank, he'd told her, and knowing the history between the two of them, it was completely understandable that drinking it made Cam weepy. But that wasn't her problem anymore, and frankly, she didn't particularly feel like enabling him to ruin her night. In a decisive act, she turned her phone off completely, after first texting Soph to let her know that she made it to the party safe, and that if she wanted to reach her she could try to call the sober brother on duty at Lambda. By the time she looked up, Avery was at her side again, complimenting her. "Right?" Emmy asked, though it was more of a stated agreement than a question. She leaned back slightly, gesturing to her dress and giving Avery a wink and a thumbs up before bursting into a fit of giggles. She was feeling that first glass of alcohol already, realizing now that she had finished her drink off unintentionally while she was thinking about her ex boyfriend. Luckily for her, the pledges on drink duty were keeping a watchful eye on the attractive Zetas, and one of them brought her another red cup without her having to ask. "Bottoms up." She said with a smile, tilting her head back and downing the entire glass without stopping for air. Those surrounding her looked at her wide eyed, it wasn't often that Emmy drank like this, and everyone knew it. "Oh!" She exclaimed, turning to look at Avery again. "You look great too by the way, those shoes are to die for."gotcha feelin loose. template by FAY @ ED and HC
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