One Fateful Night

Because of those Kappa Girls

Jonathan slumped in his seat tired of listening to his professor talk about the economy. He was really starting to regret signing up for this course but knew he needed it for his credits. Resting his chin on his left hand he started doodling on his notes already giving up on class. Seriously, what was he thinking when he decided meeting up two times a week for 1.5 hours was a good idea.

"Hey Jonathan," whispered his neighbor in what he dubbed his class in hell. Only turning his head slightly in that direction his bored blue eyes landed on his wacky classmate. "I heard there's a party being thrown tonight."

Even as perpetually bored as he was, that perked Jonathan's attention. "Where?" Sure he was a freshmen and for the last six weeks hadn't gone to even the resembles of a get-together and there was no way in hell he even had a shot at getting an invite but he could dream.

"Greek road," Napoleon grinned his hair, the part not under his aviator hat, sticking up. "I think it was the sorority house. Beta Lambda Kappa."

Jonathan instantly frowned. Those parties were notorious for never letting in non-Greek members. What a shame, he was almost looking forward to it. "Sorry I can't."

"Oh come on," Napoleon whispered eyeing their teacher when he gave them a stink eye for talking. "It could be fun. I heard the girls are inviting all the boys. Something to do with their theme, who knows. ...It could be fun."

Jonathan bit the inside of his cheek thinking it over. Glancing down at his doodles he gave in. Why not. What's the worst that could happen?

~*~

The worst thing that could happen was upon arrive be handcuffed to the person you came with. Napoleon didn't seem to mind much but this was not how Jonathan planned to spend his first college party. When it had happened Napoleon just smiled and shrugged before tugging Jonathan down the crowded hallway towards where most people where at, the kitchen, and more importantly, the alcohol.

Making their way to the cups Napoleon snagged them both a red solo cup and pushed their way into the keg. Some of the sorority girls that were hosting the party smiled and covered their mouths. One of them, probably a senior smiled politely and waved them through. "Enjoying the party? Here, let me fill those up."

"Thanks," Napoleon answered taking Jonathan's cup from his hands and giving it to the blonde before handing his over. Once filled she smiled at them wishing them a good time before going to the other girls and giggling. Jonathan just raised his eyebrow at them but ignored it in favor of drinking beer.

Settled in being stuck with his odd classmate, Jonathan tried to make the best out of a weird situation. As more alcohol flowed through the party and he got tipsier to borderline drunk the girls ushered some of the boys into the largest room in the house for a nice round of Never Have I Ever.

"Okay, rules," Courtney, the leader of the Beta Lambda Kappa, smirked glancing at all the boys in various states of drunkenness. "You have up to five shots until you have to do dares that we, the girls, will give you. So do try to get the other guys out before you do."

The smile she gave them made Jonathan shiver. He knew that predatory smile anywhere. Courtney clapped her hands signaling the boys handcuffed together the first turned. Jonathan realized by the third time that they were playing with their respected handcuff buddy. He looked at Napoleon trying to decipher his playing buddy's ability. But it was of no used since when it was their turn he spoke up for them.

"Never have I ever kissed a boy." Napoleon said proudly sending a wink at Jonathan. The name of the game was to get the others to drink their five shots. What Napoleon didn't understand was that Jonathan now had to drink his. All the other guys around the circle grumbled taking a shot. Jonathan shook his head at his partner and picked up his glass and threw it back. Most of the girls giggled while some high-fived each other since a few guys were already down to their last shot.