a frar party could be a good idea, it would be easy enough to wriye about

if on the off chance i come up with any other ideas for future replies, are you alright with me PMing you? Its a lil easier thats all

Yeah ofc! Sounds good to me- I'll go ahead and start))

Wyn had been to plenty of frat parties before- most were fun, and a good place to find an attractive guy. None of her classes had any, and flirting at track wasn't an option. It was kind of the only place She could let go without feeling like a dissapointment.

Since it was October, the generally accepted theme was to wear as little clothing as possible while still in a costume. Most didn't put much effort in, but Wyn wasn't most. She was in black, platformed leather boots that put three inches on her height and ended at the ankle, black jean shorts, a black tube top- and a leather jacket that was at least two sizes over large with a Harley Davidson insignia on the back. The hem went hit level with the bottom of her shorts. It had taken about five different stores, but she found it. So she found herself sitting on a table, not nearly drunk enough, chatting with a few girls and her arm slung over a random guy's shoulders. Could've been worse, could've been better.

Whilst Matt hand't really been to many frat parties before, he let himself be dragged to this particular one. Mostly for the fact he couldnt think of a good excuse to get out of it, but also because it was a good place to get drunk, hook up and not have to worry about seeing people he knew. Well, at least he hoped. As he had figured out a lot of people did, Matt didnt put much effort in with the theme- which didnt seem to matter as much as he would have thought when it came to actually being there. He wore just what he..usually did, really. As Matt got there he let himself get dragged to get a drink by the girl that had forced him there in the first place, not psying much attention to his surroundings or who was there. For the most part he looked emotionless as usual, that was until he got somewhat swarmed by a few girls- mostly with hardly any clothes on. He didnt have a clue Elowyn was there.

Wyn was starting to get bored just when someone suggested yet another round of beer pong. She groaned at the idea, waving off the suggestion. She glanced around boredly- mostly dudes either in boxer shorts or fully clothed and girls in the skimpiest outfits that could be found. She stopped searching the floor when someone threw out the idea of seven minutes in heaven. She blew out a breath and shrugged, slipping off the table and offering her companion a grin as they made their way toward an empty space specifically reserved for games like this. She was dimly aware that more people gathered for it because one girl kept dragging others in. She settled comfortably on the floor, as did others, in a circle while someone else grabbed a bottle. She blew out a small breath, stretching out before folding her legs up to make room.

For the most part Matt found it quite easy to get bored at things like this. Most parties he had been too consisted of cars, bikes or being placed in abandoned or illegal places. This was..different. He frowned at the mention of beer pong raising his eyebrows as most other people made the same sort of face. He didnt blame them though, the game got very boring very quickly. A generic drinking game, that rarely ended in fun, or well. He diverted his attention back to the girl who had previously been talking to him, only to then be re distracted by the mention of another game- sven minutes in heaven. Matt let himself get dragged to the rather quickly formed circle, figuring it would be easier to comply than not to comply. Plus, the game wasnt a generic drinking game nor was it boring, and for him ithad ended..well before. You just had to be confident. He settled himself down in the circle and relaxed himself, talking to a couple people sat next to him before scanning the circle like he knew anyone. Eventually his gaze landed on someone he had in fact come across before. Elowyn.

Elowyn was chatting lightly with a few friends, including her male companion. She was perfectly happy to continue flirting with him, but someone shushed the circle so they could get someone to start. Of course, it was a random, mediocre looking frat boy who span first. She didn't particularly want to be paired with him, but there were worse choices. She surveyed the circle, trying to see who she would and wouldn't mind pairing with, when her eyes fell on an unfortunately familiar face. Her stomach wrenched a little bit and she blinked in surprise as she found Matt sitting almost directly across the circle from her. His eyes were already on her, but she didn't much care, looking him over. Someone hadn't gotten the theme. She raised her gaze back to his and raised her eyebrows. There was no way, with the amount of people there, that they would get paired.

For the most part, Matt wasn't worried about Elowyn being there. There were a considerable amount of people in the circle, meaning that he would most likely get put with someone else. Though as he re scanned the circle he figured that Elowyn was prettier than the majority. He shook the thought off and sighed, watching as one guy went first, wrinkling his nose slightly. He knew most frat boys were too confident and unneccessarily insufferable, but he seemed to take first place under those two traits. He looked away instead, his gaze averted back towards the girl that had been speaking to him originally, managing to engage himself in a somehwat okay conversation about something he couldnt care less about. Realistically he was only talking to her because she was attractive. She was insanely boring. After about thirty seconds he looked back up at Elowyn, an amused smile on his face. She didnt seem to be much of a fan of him being there. Then again, neither was he.

Elowyn let out a huff and tried to let the information roll off her back. She focused on the bottle as it span, crossing her fingers beneath her thighs that it wouldn't be her. She took in a tight breath as it landed on the girl next to her, who was pretty far out of his league. She didn't bother to seem intrigued as someone pointed them to the closet. Wyn was stifling her snicker when someone nudged her to go. She shrugged and leaned forward, giving it a good spin before she sat back, smiling as it turned... and turned. It froze slightly on her face as it slowed, the point aiming dead at Matt. She almost cursed out loud, narrowing her eyes at him momentarily as though it were his fault. She only blinked out of it when someone shoved her up and there was a little bit of wooing. She offered the crowd a smile and stood, nodding as someone shoved her toward the closet. "Damn! Alright, calm down." She huffed, glancing over her shoulder at the circle, halfway to make sure Matt was following.

Matt watched as a pair made their way away, raising his eyebrows as they joined each other. She was far too pretty for him. He sat back and relaxed after they had walked away, seemingly content. The amusement was pushed further as Elowyn was chosen to spin next, and he scanned as the bottle spun. His smile faded as it realized it wasn't landing on anyone too far away from him, and, as it finally stopped, he realised why. It landed on him. Matt listened to the cheers, if you could call them that, from everyone else, frowning as he was pulled up. He mumbled something unintelliigabke to himself and stood up, following Elowun with a sigh. "This is your fault" he said quietly, though his tone made it clear he at least didn't mean it. Once they got to where they needed to be he gestured for her to go in first, that same sigh still leaving his mouth. As much as he dreaded these next seven minutes, he couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit excited. Only the tiniest bit.

Wyn rolled her eyes playfully at him for the comment, blowing out a breath to steel her nerves. He was hot. She could deal, right? Unless he expected her to just... stare at him from across the closet and do nothing? She wasn't one who usually oevrthought things like this, but the slight fluttering feeling in her stomach, similar to the one she felt on the bike, was just nerves. She wasn't excited. Right? She glanced at him as he gestured her inside, flashing him a light smile. "Such a gentleman." She teased, walking into the closet and turning around so he could do the same. If his back was to the door and hers was to the wall, they could put a whole six inches of space between them. Lovely.