Another Scottish Tragedy [LAMS AU]

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Trigger warning: drug and alcohol mention, rape mention

"Laurens, are you going to the Redcoats' party on Saturday night?" Lafayette asked, setting down his cup of coffee.

"Ew, of course not." John replied, sticking his tongue out to express his disgust towards the Redcoats. "I don't want to interact with those shitheads."

The three of them were sitting in a coffee shop down the road from campus. They'd initially gone there to study, but they hadn't gotten any actual studying done. They'd instead decided to sit around and gossip like the master procrastinstors they were.

"They may be shitheads, but they're shitheads with free booze and weed." Hercules pointed out.

The Redcoats were the most infuriating fraternity at their university. They acted like they owned the place and went around messing with people and stealing things because they thought they were superior to everyone else. They all wore obnoxious red jackets and spoke in fake British Accents. They had a tendency to break into people's dorms, say "we're staying here tonight" and just throw them out of their own room with nowhere to go.

John didn't know much about the Redcoats, for he usually tried to avoid them at all costs. But even he knew about their leader. A guy who had nicknamed himself King George III. Talk about egotistical. The guy wore a  crown, for God's sake! His only saving grace was that his British accent was real. He was from London and had come here on a study abroad year.

"You're seriously going to interact with those shitheads just so you can get high for free?" John said. "I thought you guys were better than that."

"Come on, Laurens. It'll be fun!" Lafayette said. "I mean, it's not like any of us has anything better to do."

"I'd rather stay in my room and play with my turtle."

"Who knows, you may meet a nice guy there and we don't have to listen to you complain about being single all the time."

"I do not complain about being single."

"Just keep telling yourself that, Laurens. Just keep telling yourself that."

John didn't want to go to the Redcoats' party. He didn't want to go to any party. He wanted to spend his Saturday night sitting alone in his room without pants on playing with his turtle and texting A.

"Fine, I'll go." John said. "But I'm not going because I want to. I'm going so I can keep you two knuckleheads from doing something stupid."

Later that day, John texted A.

John_Laurens: My friends are making me go to this stupid frat party on Saturday night.

AnotherScottishTragedy: Ugh, I hate frat boys. At my school we have this terrible fraternity called Southern Motherfucking Democratic-Republicans. They make me sick.

John_Laurens: Here we have the Redcoats. They speak in fake British accents and wear obnoxious red jackets. Their leader even wears a crown.

AnotherScottishTragedy: That sounds awful. Why would your friends want to subject themselves to something like that?

John_Laurens: Free booze and weed.

AnotherScottishTragedy: Fair enough.

AnotherScottishTragedy: while we're on the subject of frat parties, let me offer you some free advice.

AnotherScottishTragedy: Always guard your drink. Never leave your drink unattended. These shitheads think it's funny to drug people's drinks when they're not looking.