Drinks On Me

Ch. 1

Roni P.O.V.

I could feel the vibration of the music in my ribs.

My body felt warm and fuzzy with alcohol and excitement.

This wasn't my normal scene, nor was I particularly glad that I was convinced or dragged here, but I had far too many drinks to care at this point.

Where was I you ask? A frat party of course.

It was the first party of my Junior year, which was technically my Senior year, due to how many credits I had accumulated by doing classes through the summers. I was dragged to Sigma Chi, the rowdy, obnoxious, annoying frat in the entire school, by none other than my roommate Chelsea.

Party girl of the year, Ms. Prom Queen herself, has dragged me; Ms. Study hungry, boring Roni, to the loudest party she could find.

Everyone and their fucking cousin was here.

Including me.

Surprisingly, I can keep up with any Frat drinking challenge and was currently on my 4th or 5th shot right about now.

"Roni! Beer pong! Lets go!" Some random guy dragged me through a drunken crowd of women, I think his name was Joe? John possibly? Something boring. I didn't care. I just laughed and stumbled along behind him. He had dragged me over to a very broken, barely holding itself together, ping pong table where six cups in pyramids stood on either side.

"Strip Pong!" Some other random guys yelled. I rolled my eyes.

"No way!" I pulled my hand away and laughed, shaking my head and taking a sip of my mike's hard.

"Booo" "Chicken!" "Come on!" The crowd surrounding the table called out.

My face was flushed with alcohol and my head was fuzzy with the music and lights, their cheer was enough to convince me.

"Fiiiinee~" I grinned and passed my drink off to someone and lined myself up on one side of the table. Too many people knew me thanks to Chelsea.

They all cheered and I rolled my eyes, leaning on the table.

A tall, very attractive guy was shoved up to the other side of the table. His hair was fluffy, swooped over his forehead, dark brown. He was tan, well, as far as I could tell from the neon lights flooding the space, and I believed his eyes were made of gold. He was tall and strong, tattoo's littered his arms, rings on several fingers. I didn't recognize him.

"Shall we?" I grinned and held up a ping pong ball.

He ran a hand through his hair, looking around to who I assumed were his buddies. "Really guys? You're gonna make me make this girl cry?" They all laughed and slapped his back. I glared How dare you.

I chuckled and stood up, crossing my arms. "You think you're gonna win?" I grinned, the people on my side oohed and taunted him. His eyes side eyed me as the grin widened on his face. He leaned onto the table and stared at me from across the table, i swear he was a lion staring down his prey.

"No shot you will." He practically growled at me.

I scoffed and raised the ball, tossing it towards his cups and immediately sinking the first shot. Everyone around us cheered and I raised a brow, crossing my arms again and smirking.

"Take it off! Take it off!" the crowd called to him. He bit his lip, looking down and chuckling before standing up again and nodding.

He kicked off his shoes and the crowd awed and booed him.

"Hey hey hey! No need to feel bad, I'm sure she can make another shot." He was so cocky. What a dick.

"Your turn." I stepped back and waited.