“I’m in!” I tell him as we link arms, and he leads me to their game room.
“You know, this really isn’t helping the whole frat boy image,” I tease as we each grab a cue stick.
“You can take the college out of the frat boy, but you can’t take the frat boy out of college. Pi Kappa Alpha! Pikas, baby!” And then the roars of his repeated words echo from the living room.
“I take it your frat brothers are here too,” I say, laughing.
“Hell yeah. We only graduated a few months ago, and a lot of them stuck around. Hunter, Brandon, and Mason too.”
Of course.
“Kilan is here, too. He lives across the street, and we’ve been partying with him since we moved into the neighborhood a couple of years ago. He’s an investor or some s**t, so he’s always traveling, but when he’s home, he likes to relive hi
