CelestialEmpire
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you wake up on saturday at 1pm, still hungover from sending at the best bar on campus (you're friends with half the bouncers so you skip the line each time). as you chug a gatorade and prepare to hit the campus gym, you scroll through your phone with instagram, imessage and snapchat notifications from 8 group chats, 17 friends, 5 talking stages, 2 situationships, your frat's yikyak and your shared yikyak with your sister sorority (alpha phi) about the dress code for the champagne and shackles party tonight.
you quickly respond to everyone while groaning, pushing aside the 5'10 blonde tri delt rush chair who models for img management whos massaging your shoulders in bed.
you neck down a protein shake, hit your boy's vape in the living room on the way out and hop into your audi s6 to the gym.
once you arrive you dap up a few 6'5+ chadlite friends and put 3 plates each side on the bench, which you do with ease even when hungover given your 6'6 260lb frame.
next you head to the liquor store with your boys, grabbing tweas and tequila for the pre tn and some bottles of rose for the alpha phi bops. a group of blondes in princess polly tops, thrifted jeans and van cleef bracelets point at you and giggle while walking up to ask for your snap. you give it to them and plan on drunk calling the hottest one tonight.
on the way home the group stops by the plug and picks up a few 8balls for tonight. you put on UFC while eating some steak and frites you doordashed and rip a massive gator tail on the coffee table. one of your boys posts the video on his private story with the caption "buddy's dialled for tonight".
at 8pm your massive social circle starts trickling into your backyard, as you play die while your boy djing does a shitty transition from mr brightside to doses and mimosas, but the birds don't mind.
a dozen tweas later, you're stumbling and slurring your words while putting your arms around a soft 7, who starts putting her hand on your chest and abs. your boy pulls you away and says you guys are heading to the champagne and shackles mixer with aphi.
you get paired up with a 5'9 dirty blonde with green eyes called charlotte, who you coax outside to "smoke a dart" together that inevitably ends up in a makeout session while fingering her on the balcony.
at 12:30am, you and charlotte head off to the bars, where your blonde situationship (hopelessly in love with your 6'6 chadlite self) with a summer home in montauk unleashes verbal hell on you and blocks you on snap. you shrug and keep your hand on charlotte's waist as you walk into the bar, waved in by the 6'4 280lb offensive tackle bouncer whos in your frat.
7 jack and cokes later, charlotte's dragging you into an uber with the address set to hers. her housemates gasp when they see you follow her up to her room, where the magic happens.
you wake up on sunday hungover at 1pm, rushing into your suit and tie to the business school building to give a presentation on how your summer internship at centerview partners went to the starry-eyed freshmen, who will inevitably spam you with linkedin requests and beg to join your finance club.
you quickly respond to everyone while groaning, pushing aside the 5'10 blonde tri delt rush chair who models for img management whos massaging your shoulders in bed.
you neck down a protein shake, hit your boy's vape in the living room on the way out and hop into your audi s6 to the gym.
once you arrive you dap up a few 6'5+ chadlite friends and put 3 plates each side on the bench, which you do with ease even when hungover given your 6'6 260lb frame.
next you head to the liquor store with your boys, grabbing tweas and tequila for the pre tn and some bottles of rose for the alpha phi bops. a group of blondes in princess polly tops, thrifted jeans and van cleef bracelets point at you and giggle while walking up to ask for your snap. you give it to them and plan on drunk calling the hottest one tonight.
on the way home the group stops by the plug and picks up a few 8balls for tonight. you put on UFC while eating some steak and frites you doordashed and rip a massive gator tail on the coffee table. one of your boys posts the video on his private story with the caption "buddy's dialled for tonight".
at 8pm your massive social circle starts trickling into your backyard, as you play die while your boy djing does a shitty transition from mr brightside to doses and mimosas, but the birds don't mind.
a dozen tweas later, you're stumbling and slurring your words while putting your arms around a soft 7, who starts putting her hand on your chest and abs. your boy pulls you away and says you guys are heading to the champagne and shackles mixer with aphi.
you get paired up with a 5'9 dirty blonde with green eyes called charlotte, who you coax outside to "smoke a dart" together that inevitably ends up in a makeout session while fingering her on the balcony.
at 12:30am, you and charlotte head off to the bars, where your blonde situationship (hopelessly in love with your 6'6 chadlite self) with a summer home in montauk unleashes verbal hell on you and blocks you on snap. you shrug and keep your hand on charlotte's waist as you walk into the bar, waved in by the 6'4 280lb offensive tackle bouncer whos in your frat.
7 jack and cokes later, charlotte's dragging you into an uber with the address set to hers. her housemates gasp when they see you follow her up to her room, where the magic happens.
you wake up on sunday hungover at 1pm, rushing into your suit and tie to the business school building to give a presentation on how your summer internship at centerview partners went to the starry-eyed freshmen, who will inevitably spam you with linkedin requests and beg to join your finance club.
