The music thumped through the house as drunken frat and sorority kids roamed about.  Little could be heard in the main living room.  That space was reserved solely for dancing, or dry humping, depending on how you were looking at it.  The bar was placed in the dining room.  The counter between that room and the kitchen was used as a place to distribute the poison of anyone’s choice.  There was a long line of people from the second door of the hallway leading towards the front door, that being the bathroom.   Girls in yellow and pink and boys in yellow and blue spotted the entire scene.  They were the premier fraternity and sorority of the campus.  Anybody who was anyone was a bro or a sis.  If you weren’t you wanted to be.  Even the smart nerdy kids who would never admit to it secretly lusted to be a part.  They had it all from the looks of it.  Money, friends, the frat boys had girls the sorority girls had the boys and they all had good grades.  That was the thing people really couldn’t understand, how with all the hard partying on a semi-daily basis did they manage to hold 3.0 and above grade point averages.  The reason for that was a highly debated subject among fellow students.  “They pay off the teachers.”  “Most of their parents have buildings in their name, that probably comes with A’s as a part of the deal.”   “Their sleeping with the professors.”  You name it, people thought it.  And the sad part of it was all of the above was true.  They each had their own way of obtaining their stellar grades, some more deceitful then others.  Never the less they were everyone’s dream.

The upstairs was a little less busy but it was a high traffic area as well.  Most of the rooms were occupied by 2 or 3 couples doing God knows what.  They didn’t mind the others in there with them.  They figured they were dong the same things as they were so there wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about.    The largest room at the end of the hall was the place few of the party goers ventured.  That was the private room of that sorority house.  There was a large PRIVATE sign on the front and that wasn’t a suggestion but rather a warning.  A warning everyone in attendance followed for fear being banned from future parties or worse, physical assault.  Inside this v.i.p. section of sorts sat Jenn, Spencer, Kyle, and Jenn’s boyfriend at the current moment Mason.  He was sure to be replaced sooner then later.