"This is... the party?" You whispered as you entered the sorority house. Chelsey and Hela just nodded, completely unaware of what the issue was. Kevin was probably at the actual party yucking it up, the bastard. "Guys, you're joking. Seriously, this isn't-"
"I said, and I quote, that there was a party. An all-girl party. You're the one who needed to see it for yourself tonight." Chelsey interrupted, sticking a finger in your face. "You should've asked what I meant by 'party' before forcing yourself to join us, Ben."
"But a... whatever. Can I leave? This-" You started to say, stopping as Hela shoot you a look. "Fine. I'll watch you all play this board game or whatever..."
"Ummm, board game?! Ben, Bastilles And Basiliks is WAAAY more than a board game!!" Hela hissed, crossing her arms.
"Whatever." You sighed, rubbing the back of your head as you followed your two female roommates deeper in the house. Sure enough, in the basement, was what you expected. Candles for mood lighting, a massive table filled with dice, boards, homemade figures, the works. And the worst part, the absolute worst part, is that nearly all the girls sitting around the table, discussing something about the game, were hot. But all that hotness was ruined by talking about D20s or something.
"This is Ben. HAD to sit and watch a session." Chelsey said, pointing to you as you reached the bottom of the stairs. Again, hotness ruined by nerdiness. Nice boobs, nice ass, pretty face... wouldn't shut up about nerd culture.
"He called BnB a board game. Give him shit for it." Hela sighed, earning a chorus of gasps and shaking heads. Yup. You definitely weren't getting with any of the girls. Hela, unsurprisingly, had the same issue as everyone else in the room. Didn't matter how amazing her ass was from all that yoga, she was a complete mood-killer for anyone with an IQ below 150.
"Yeah, yeah." You sighed, finding a chair a good bit away from the table and sitting down in it. Unsurprisingly, the girls started chatting under their breath, probably about you, the second you sat down. And, apparently, they were pissed enough to write your name down. On... a shocking number of sticky notes. And after a glimpse... that wasn't your name. Unless they spelled "Ben" with a bunch of weird symbols and circles that... no, they definitely didn't glow. Right? Just a trick of the light!
"Ben, c'mere for a sec." Hela requested, waving you over, one of those definitely glowing sticky notes in her hand...
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