goodfellow (
goodfellow) wrote2010-08-29 09:17 pm
for Stephanie
Robin could hardly hear a thing over the massive cheers and applause from the crowd as two burly football players righted him back onto his feet beside the keg. He looked out at the crowd then and without pause took a flourished bow. "This is good shit!" he announced, to more cheers.
The word around the frat party was that the older guy with the curly hair was a grad student who'd once been a member of the same frat in another city and held some record for most keg stands in a single night.
He'd get to another one later. Sometimes he just felt like... recapturing his youth.
The word around the frat party was that the older guy with the curly hair was a grad student who'd once been a member of the same frat in another city and held some record for most keg stands in a single night.
He'd get to another one later. Sometimes he just felt like... recapturing his youth.

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"A bit. Not nearly as much as you, apparently." It was a party. Steph generally didn't care for parties unless there was rampant crime she could interrupt.
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"Really?"
He paused, and then added, "That sounds like a Miss America answer."
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