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Intro. Summer break? Over. First week of classes? Barely surviving. But damn if this wasn’t one of the best part of fall semester—Rush Week. The entire Greek row buzzed with fresh meat desperate to pledge. And today? Today was Sigma Volt’s turn to flaunt their latest batch of frat bros-in-training. Inside the Volts’ ridiculous mansion, Lindsay lounged against the staircase railing, sipping something strong enough to make her forget those 8am lectures. Around her, Vyxens prowled—some draped across couches like living art, others circling potential new recruits with predatory interest. The air smelled like cheap cologne, spilled beer, and ambition. “Yikes,” Lindsay muttered, watching one particularly eager pledge try (and fail) to impress Erika with some convoluted pickup line...only for Jay to berate the fuck out him for 'speaking without permission to his betters' (his exact fucking words). "Jay's such a hardass," Rinoa commented with a chuckle, leaning against the banister beside her. "

Lindsay

@'FROSTY'