Greenwich - Frat House

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Seth paused as they reached the steps of the house. He gestured to Jake and the twins to go on ahead and avoided James and Luke's gazes as they passed. He walked in last and then texted Connor to ask him where he was, leaning back against the wall near the front door.

The place was already crowded and Seth was reminded strongly of the last house he'd been to on this same street.

He kind of wished there were a pair of hot, half-dressed, masked ladies showing up tonight.

'ya, just roudning corner'

Connor stumbled a bit and almost dropped his phone and grabbed onto Lust's shoulder who screamed slightly when she went stumbling with him, which wasn't to hard thanks to her hooker heels.

"Connor!" She huffed and straightened herself up.

" 'EY, shut upppp." He said cheerfully and headed to where the party was, Lust following behind him, just mad at him though she was ready to meet whatever "Greek God" he was talking about, in hopes that she'd follow and now remember their last meet up.

Connor straightened up as he made a face, just as he spotted Seth in the distance. That meant that Lust would be Jake's sloppy seconds and Connor wouldn't be able to screw her. Damn.

Seth had been leaning out the door and he smirked as he saw Connor stumble toward him.

"Bitch, you're already trashed?" He stepped back to let them walk in, throwing "Lust" an amused glance. He was wondering if she'd even really remember what he'd done - she was probably somewhat drunk back then.

"Party's started, bro. Jake and the rest are inside," Seth informed Connor, closing the door behind them.

"Greeky's in there, Lust." Connor said, rather loudly from being drunk and pointed at the door. "He'll be the .. the.. Diego speaking one." He said, referring to Go Diego Go.

Lust shot him a confused face.

"Greeky?" Seth wondered, gesturing at Lust to go ahead anyways. He shot Connor a confused look. "I'm the only Greek here, idiot."

"..Oh yeah. HIS NAME IS PABLO-I MEAN JAKE." Connor called loudly after Lust, who just went on in.

"Pablo?" Seth snickered and slung an arm around Connor to lead the drunk into the living room, where the couches had been pushed back to make way for a dance floor. "Dude, we haven't partied hard in way too long," Seth said wisely. "It's time to change all that..." His eyes scoped the room, skipping past Jake and the twins, and James and Luke, and landed on the beer keg, where a crowd was surrounding a guy was beer-bonging standing on his head.

"THAT is something I've missed. Yo, there's three tubes." He gave the inebriated Connor a shake. "C'mon, bro, it's time to get....well, you're already wasted, but whatever."

"Plastered?" Connor replied cheerfully with a wide-stupid grin as he rocked back and forth on his feet.

Seth slapped a hand over his face. He turned and grabbed Connor's shoulders, jostling him. "Bitch, wake up! We're NOT having you pass out again! God damn it."

He pursed his lips and then smirked. "Come with me. I'll fix this." He dragged Connor by the arm around the living room and down the hallway that adjoined it to the guest bathroom. Seth put his ear against the door.

Giggling sounded inside. He snorted and let go of Connor, backing up and kicking the door high.

It swung backwards with a deafening crunching sound. Shrill girly screams echoed from within and two girls and a guy hustled out, red-faced. "Fuck off!" Seth ordered and they tottered off hastily. Seth shoved Connor inside and grabbed his hair, pulling him down so his head was under the washbasin faucet.

Seth let go of Connor's head and turned the cold water faucet on full blast.

Connor shouted out and jerked up, only to smash his head against the faucet and felt things spin as he gripped onto the corner. "'O-ow..what the fuck man!!"

Seth clamped a fist over his smirk and then simply gave up and leaned against the doorway, howling with laughter. "Priceless," he panted out, attempting to stop his sniggering. "Oh, man, Connor, ahahahahahaha! Your FACE! HAHAHAHAHA!"

James had walked into the frat house and he saw the typical frat boy idiots that he really didn't like, and he saw the others but he was avoiding them and not letting them ruin his night.

James stood for a moment kind of just scooping the scene out when a pretty brunette approached him.

"Hey there handsome, wanna dance?" She smiled at James and he flashed a smile back at her.

"Sure thing goregous." James said following her out onto the dance floor.

***

Jake and Antonio had engaged themselves in a pretty intense round of beer pong with a couple of frat guys.

Although Jake hated beer, he drank his anyway along with taking a few shots of tequila.

It was safe to say that Jake was buzzing pretty good, and so was Antonio.

Jake whistled loudly to distract the two blond frat boys, "Ay cringos! Vamos! Vamos!" Jake's accent was out loud and proud.

Antonio sniggered waiting for the Ken Dolls to make their move.

They both were flustered and one of them said, "Hey quit speaking Mexican!"

Jake scoffed, "Ahscuse me? Mexican? How dare you! I am a full blood Spainard. From Spain you white bread munching, inbred hicks!"

"Fuck you bro just play!" Ken Doll number two yelled screwing up their shot.

"Ohhh, shit! White boy can't make it! You ready to take this! Mi Tigga! Mis amigos, es muy bueno!"

"You boys are history!" Antonio smiled smugly. Him and Jake both took their shots taking out the last two cups standing on their side.

"HELLL YEAHHHH!!!" Antonio cheered! Hi-fiving Jake.

"My Tigga!!" Jake yelled and they both highfived and shouted.

"We no speak Americano!" Excited about their win they both finished off their beers, and Jake took the remaining beers from Barbie and Ken.

"Nada cringos! Adios putas! These drinks go to the people who win!" Jake handed the beer to Antonio and they clinked their plastic cups and chugged down the beer.

Jake was having fun he hadn't drank like this in awhile.

Ashton had stumbled into the kitchen and looking over his shoulder, he edged carefully out the other side into the dining room.

"OH MY GOD, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!"

The twenty or so people in the room looked up in alarm and Ashton dove under the table in panic. "Fuck this!"

"WHERE ARE YOU???" the psycho redhead in the doorway shrilled. "ASHTONIO!" She hiccuped and Ashton dropped his head in his hands with a groan of defeat.

"Someone smite me now," he mumbled to himself, peering cautiously between the legs of a chair as the pretty redhead stalked across the room toward him. Don't see me, I'll start going to church. I'll memorize the Bible. Anything! he prayed mentally.

The girl's steps were shaky and she seemed to be having trouble standing. She grabbed some poor brunet boy by the collar and yanked him away form his girl, who looked outraged.

"I'VE MISS - hic! - SSED YOU, BABYYYYY!" the redhead wailed in his face. The poor boy paled and his girlfriend threw him a disgusted look.

"You're CHEATING on me?" she raged. He spluttered and she drew ehr hand back, bitch-slapping him before stalking off.

Ashton burst out laughing and then cringed and clamped a hand over his face. His long legs were cramping down here.

"YOU'RE NOT HIIIM!" the redhead wailed suddenly, shoving the brunet dude back and turning as her brown eyes landed under the table - directly on Ashton's dark ones.

"ANTON!" his very drunk ex-girlfriend hollered. She seemed to be having trouble remembering his name though.

Ashton gulped, shoved aside the chair in front of him, and threw himself forwards on his chest, sliding straight across the wooden floor - and into a gaggle of cheerleaders in full costume standing in the hallway outside. They toppled like dominoes on top of him.

The girly shrieks and cries echoed through the first floor. Ashton was suddenly buried under a pile of tanned legs.

Hey, this isn't so bad. I could hide here all day, he mused.

"Ash?" Luke's familiar voice said doubtfully.

Ashton avoided a slap from one of the angry cheerleaders and poked his head out form the tangle of bodies. "'Sup, dude?" he asked nonchalantly.

Luke was standing nearby, a cup of beer in his hand. He opened his mouth - and was knocked aside into the wall by Ashton's lunatic, drunk ex. Luke hit the wall, toppled over a coat rack and tumbled out of sight behind a wall of boys nearby, cursing.

"Fuck," Ashton muttered, ducking under the cheerleaders as they got up. He dove for the living room and under the table where Antonio and Jake were celebrating something. "HIDE ME!!!" he wailed. "Tones, psycho bitch alert! Remember my ex from like, tenth grade? SHE'S HERE!" he hissed from under the table-cloth.

Antonio and Jake had been engaged in a mini victory dance and handshake from their beer pong victory when a blur ran past them and under the table.

Antonio looked up and spotted the red head that had tormented Ashton for a month, "Ah shitt! Its her dawg, yo Sal this chick is whack!"

Jake blinked a couple of times looking the girl over, her long limbs had trouble supporting her tiny frame and she was clearly shit faced, "Basta, basta Tigga! Tu padre has got your back! comprenede!"

Antonio nodded fear filled brown eyes at Jake and almost dove under the table with his twin.

Jake stuck his fingers in his mouth and let out a shrill whistle, "Ay puta! Or simply! Yo bitch! Get up out of my boys Kool Aid! You're a filthy hot mess."

"Why're you hiding, dumbass?" Ashton demanded in a furious whisper of his twin, peering from under the tablecloth as the girl sauntered over.

Her walk suddenly changed and even though she was still stumbling, she no longer looked so crazy. Her eyes widened and she blinked a few times as she strutted-skidded over to Jake. "There you aaaaare, pookie!" she purred.

Ashton buried his face in Antonio's shoulder to muffle his sudden bout of laughter.

Before Jake could react, the redhead threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled her body smugly against his, batting her long lashes. "Why do you - hic - keep hurting me so, baby?"

Ashton was now wiping tears of laughter out of his eyes. "Drunk girls rock," he snickered to Antonio.

At that second, a dizzy-looking Luke stumbled in, groaning in pain. He paused and steadied himself against a wall, staring confusedly at Jake and the redhead. Oh great, she's his psycho slut now? He hobbled on and into the kitchen to get some ice for the bruise on his forehead.

"Cause you a grenade bitch! Plus I'm the wrong guy! I'm a chicko! yours boys are Italians!" Jake said removing the slurring red head off of him.

He really didn't want her all over him, although Antonio was laughing alongside with his brother. They kind of owed Jake for this now.

Jake started dancing by himself to whatever Pitbull song blaring from the speakers, "Yippie ya yo con en fuego! Yippie ya yo con en oh eh fuego uegooo! Eeeyowwww!!" Jake howled imtating the Spanish singer.

"Puta! you make me howl out of your ugliness!" Jake nodded stealing a shot off a tray and downing it smirking at her.

Ashton, fearing for his life, decided to stay inside. "Take one for the team, bro!" He smirked and gave his brother a shove - and Antonio tumbled out at the girl's feet.

"ASHTONIO!" she exclaimed, forgetting the drunk Spaniard instantly, swooping down on Antonio and instantly covering his face with red-lipstick kisses.

Ashton's chest was now hurting, he was laughing so hard. He toppled backwards, no longer bothering to conceal his laughter anymore.

"Fuck you Ash!" Antonio cursed his brother, trying to turn away from the red heads sloppy kisses.

"Jake!" Antonio yelped flailing about.

Jake turned his head breaking out of his drunken dancing haze and saw the red hair witch trying to attack Antonio!

"Hey! You herpe filled ho! Get off my son!" Jake yelled and then with little diffculty picked up Antonio and threw him over his shoulder.

"Run bitch! She gon kill us!" Antonio yelled, and Jake staggered, turning the corner too sharply and dropping Antonio.

"Fuck!" Antonio yelled landing on his butt!

Ashton cringed and cowered under the table. No way was he coming out right now. While the redhead turned away to run after Jake, Ashton crawled out on his elbows into the main hallway, stumbling into James's knees.

Ashton tilted his chin up and gave James a wide-eyed look. "Dude, help me! My psychotic ex is here!" he exclaimed, scrambling up, diving behind James' taller frame and peering over his shoulder.

"She's all over Jake now," Luke piped up, walking over with an ice pack in his hand that he held to his forehead. He lowered it. "It's safe, I think she decided she liked Spanish blood more. Is there still a gash on my forehead?" he asked James, squinting at him because his vision was hazy. "I hit a wall and then some dude's bullhorn on the way down to the floor."

***

The redhead was actually doing exactly this. She skidded to a stop and gave Jake a wide-eyed, lovestruck look. "Oh, screw Anton! You're exotic!" she shrilled, diving at him when he stumbled with Antonio. She clung to Jake's back with an iron-grip and wrapped her legs around his waist from behind. "SING TO ME!"

James wasn't sure what was going on but he saw an injured looking Luke and a frightened Ashton both talking about a pyscho red head.

"Um what the fuck?!" James exclaimed having no clue.

***

Jake yelped and tried to shake the girl off him.

"Don't be a hero Sal!" Antonio yelled getting up and going to hide.

"Here's a song for you ugly! Move bitch! Get out the way!" Jake shoved the girl off him and ran drunkenly down the corridor, skidding around the corner and pressing himself up against the wall.

He already had enough of one crazy redhead, he didn't need another.

The redhead stumbled after him drunkenly, no doubt having taken one too many aphrodisiacs. She spun in a cirle and almost topped over before she spied his tall frame around a corner. Most of the guys here were roughyl aroudn six feet so Jake stuck out.

"There youuu aaaareeee!" she hollered and flew toward him.

Ashton was starting to feel guilty so he headed away toward where his brother and Jake had been. "I'll save ya, Jake!!"

He found them just as she dove for the poor Spaniard. Ashton dove at the girl and tackled her to the floor. "RUN, JACOB!"

The girl bitch-slapped him and he rolled off, dizzy. "BABY, DON'T LEAVE ME!" she screamed and stumbled up, tottering after the Spaniard. She paused by a hallway mirror and slurred, "Ooh, I look hot! Why're you ru - hic - unning from meeee?!"

"Clone down!" Antonio shouted watching his brother fall.

"Grenade ahoyy!!" Jake hollered running around another corner he found a bathroom and opened the door to see a couple making out.

"Oy! Get lost!" He yanked them out and they both yelled and threw him dirty looks.

Jacob shoved himself in there locking the door and let out a breath of relief!

Ashton sat up, rubbing his head, to see his psycho-drunk ex had vanished somewhere. Probably found a new boy. He scrambled to his feet dazedly and looked at Antonio. "Jake get away?"

Luke brushed past James, mutteirng, "I need a drink." He stepped into the living room and filled a cup from the keg in the corner, swigging it down. His head was still aching so he wobbled over to sit down on a nearby couch.

"Hey, cutie," a girl sitting on the other end chirped. Luke assumed she was talking to someone else and continued finishing his drink. Until she elbowed him.

He choked and sprayed out a stream of beer onto the floorboards. "What the - !"

She giggled. "Well, I don't like to be ignored." She bounced over and nearly landed on his lap. Luke drew back hastily, wondering if he should be scared. She was either high or...

"So I'm a sorority sister. Is this your frat?" she asked, batting glittery eyelashes. Luke clenched his jaw. You gotta be kidding me! Why did he always end up with the ditzes?

"You know what, uh, my, uh, my girlfriend was lookin' for me - " he began, and hastily scrambled up, stumbling out of the room back to the hallway.

"Why are all the girls here so weird?" he asked James, forgetting the two who stood beside the brunet. They threw him dirty glares.

"I don't know! But a lot of these sorority girls are kind of um odd." James said to Luke who looked a bit beaten.

Although even the brunette girl he had been dancing with kind of wore on his nerves.

***

Jake after being in the bathroom for a few minutes figured he was safe, and since the crazy girl was so scattered that she had probably forgot about him.

Jake came out and went back to where he had left Ashton and Antonio.

"Oh look Enrique returns! Come to give us an encore?" Antonio smirked punching Jake in the arm.

"Ha ha! No repeat performances from Enrique!" Jake grinned.

"Dude, that completely wore off my buzz....and clearly yorus too, huh?" Ashton asked Jake, amused. "I think I need to get piss-drunk so I can join in with these psycho people - I bet you anything Seth's lovin' it here. This is his lunatic asylum crowd. Wherever he is," he finished, frowning around. He hadn't heard from the blond in a while. Which, knowing Seth, was highly unusual and foreboding.

Ashton frowned and headed into the living room, grabbing himself some beer and swigging it. He cringed but swallowed it anyways.

Luke was nodding. "Tell me about it. This sorority girl just gave me the creepiest come-hither look I've ever seen. And I grew up with you." He snorted. "Evelyn would love this place. The girls have such standards."