We chatted and socialized with normal people this time around. Snacks and drinks were delicious and I was happy I didn’t have to scrounge around for dinner later. A few girls started murmuring and making shushing sounds as the door behind us slammed open. Standing there was a girl with highlighted brown hair, dressed in cream heels, a baby pink mini dress, and a sash that signified her sorority name: Beta Kappa Phi.

One of her entourage members stepped out from behind her, wearing baby pink shorts and a very sheer top. “We have an important message for the heads of every house.” She stood frozen as if that was her only job and it was awkward to see a bunch of girls in sheer tops, their boobs on full display.

Hazing, maybe?

The only one not wearing a sheer top was the girl in the sash. I assumed she was the leader of her own little cult. Her boobs must be sacred, I laughed to myself.

Another girl came out to stand next to the first. “Beta Kappa Pi will be hosting tonight’s after party and all are invited, no matter their house, creed, or financial status.”

Kelly and I exchanged glances. “What a weird way to invite people to a party,” I whispered.

Veronica was the head of the Phi Beta Lambda, and as the head, she piped up in response. “In the spirit of rushing, thank you, Sloane, head of Beta Kappa Pi, for your kind and generous invitation.”

She waved her hands to her house members in an encouragement to speak up. In unison, they announced, “Thank you, Sloane.”

Kelly and I made quick to leave, feeling a little freaked out from the interaction. She gave me a weird look when we got home and barreled into the kitchen. “I guess I stand corrected on that Sloane girl. She seems like an absolute nutcase on a power trip.”

“I’ve seen that happen one too many times. I feel bad that those girls had to walk around with their tits on display, though. It has me questioning what the fuck sorority life is like and maybe...I don’t want to join after all. I can say at least I tried!” I sat my bag down on the entry table and pulled off my shoes, feet sore from walking in heels all day.

“Leftovers?” Kelly asked, holding up some containers from the fridge. “We have some...Asian, Italian, and good ol’ fashioned American cuisines to choose from.”

She spread them across the table, laying out plates and silverware as I sat in the chair. “I love some good cold leftovers in styrofoam. I will say, I am morbidly curious about this party.”

“Ha!” Kelly exclaimed, scooping out food onto our plates. “That’s a funny joke considering I’ve never heard those words come out of your mouth.”

“Everyone will be there. It might be good to mingle and meet some new people.”