Just Another Saturday Night (Ethan&Braxton)

[Sawyer Carson]

What else could the pretty blond girl be doing on a Saturday night? Of course she was going to find something to do. She'd heard there was going to be a party at the K-Sig house which of course she couldn't turn down. She hadn't heard from Rhys since showing up on his doorstep the second she got back and had even been staying in a quiet little hotel since then. So naturally Sawyer Carson wanted to have a little fun. And if inebriation was going to be how she got there then so be it. She was sick and tired of trying to be a perfect little person and get absolutely nothing in return.

Of course her skirt was too short and her heels were too tall and someone somewhere was going to have a problem with it, but what did she care? She'd made her way to the frat house and had now been there for maybe an hour or so. The halls were littered with half drunk co-eds and numerous potential mistakes. Sawyer made her way to the kitchen and found a bottle of Jack and took it for herself before turning to a group of boys for a decent little evening of booze and possibly sex. If she felt like it.

Her ass was planted on a table with her legs crossed at the knees and her bottle was getting further away from being full by the minute. The boys around the table all seemed so tempted by her. A few of them were even lucky enough to get their hands on her long pale legs. The only thing to kill her mood was just the thing to walk up next. She'd almost given up on ever making up with him. Meeting like this was certainly not going to make anything better. "Braxton!!!" She hopped off the table and took a few steps toward him. "I almost forgot you were in this sorority. Sorry that was mean." She smiled and took a breath. "Wanna drink? She held out the bottle to him and gave him a daring little look.

Tags: Ethan and Braxton only.
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Comments: This should be fun.

[Braxton Carson]

"Oh don't worry about it." Braxton said to the blonde he had wrapped around his left arm as they walked through the living room. "I totally respect your religious, moral and life beliefs in general." He had a serious face. "I would not do anything you wouldn't want me to and I would never ever want you to go ahead and disrespect you as a woman." He took a sip from the beer he had in his right hand. "I mean, I wouldn't want you to kill the purpose of that beautiful promise ring you have." They stopped walking not far from the kitchen. "I will go from behind. Believe me, I'm pretty sure it does not count as losing your virginity."

Was this girl really expecting something different? She was in a frathouse party, and even if it was themed as a nerdparty and everyone was looking rather "decent", there was no such thing as decency in Kappa-Sigma after ten o'clock. Heck, the word was actually forbidden.

"Or you can just suck me, you know." He added, noticing the girl's silence. Her response, was nothing but a smiling, slapping him and walking away. "Handjob then?!" He yelled at her as she walked away giving him the finger. "Oh screw you."

He rubbed his cheek and turned around to check his next target. Someone yelled his name and even though he couldn't recognize the voice among the loud music and several beers running through his circulatory system, he could recognize it was a blonde girl's voice. Yes, he had that amazing ability. He turned around hoping to see some random blonde girl he had tapped in the past and was looking for more tonight only to see another girl from the past he didn't really expected nor wanted to see tonight.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as he eyed his sister up and down. "And dressed as a little slut nonetheless. Can't you see?" He made a circle-motion through the room and then pointed at his clothes. "It's nerdnight. We're all supposed to be dressed like nerds?" Of course if you ask him, not even wearing pants and a shirt buttoned up to the chest didn't make him look nerdy at all. Not even the big retro nerd glasses he was wearing, which were being sold at the entrance. "Not like filthy whores. Then again I'm not sure you can pull that off"

He looked around. About a dozen guys were eyeing her and just waiting for the right moment to approach her. The braver ones would arrive at any moment with a beer in hand while others would wait until she was tipsy-ish before talking to her. Hopefully the sight of seeing her with Braxton talking to her might stall them from doing anything. That, of course, until someone told them she was his sister, and if he knew them well enough, the rumor was going to spread in a matter of minutes. Oh this was going to be a fun night.

[Ethan White]

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“Hey White, that’s enough,” said a voice from behind, an arm casually lacing around the twenty year-old’s shoulder, “You’ve been manning the door longer than anyone else. In all Kappa-Sigma history.” Of course since this is Jack were talking about, him exaggerating is as sure as the sun rising in the east. “You go grab a drink. I’ll get Bryan and Liam to man this for now. Those two haven’t done anything good since the year they’ve been accepted.”

Normally Ethan would argue and insist that he rather likes staying, but not this time around. While he loved being part of the ones planning for the party, he couldn’t have imagined how much work it entailed. While getting the word around wasn’t really all that hard (this is college after all, where the word of mouth is faster than any poster one might post) – with almost everyone connected to Facebook inviting people was as easy as a click or two – it’s the last minute mishaps that’s racked the twenty year-old’s brain the most. First was the sudden accident the DJ met on his way to the frathouse; thank god Jonah’s brother was a DJ and was available within short notice. Then there was this little issue with the lights not working properly. And don’t even get him started on the almost food/booze shortage they had.

He felt like he aged more than ten years in that short span of time really.

Quietly sitting by the side, Ethan couldn’t help but feel rather accomplished at how well the party turned out though. And the theme wasn’t all that bad, the glasses really giving their party that much needed novelty. He was just about to follow a redhead that’s been subtly motioning for him to come over for a few moments now when Jack pulled him away one more time, asking about the blonde Brax was with currently. Apparently they found it weird that his arms were nowhere near the girl’s hips, something that was almost instinctive (at least they think) of the younger boy. “That’s because that’s his sister, dufus,” he said as he took a swig of his drink, “Twin sister even. Pretty sure Braxton knows not to cross that line at least.”

He noticed the older man’s eyes widen, a mixture of mischief and delight, before giving him a slap on the chest and walking away. It took Ethan a while to know what it meant, sending the brunette running towards the two when the meaning behind Jack’s smirk finally dawned on him.

“Dude! I may have told Jack that Sawyer’s your sister,” he whispered, panting slightly, “And I think half the frat already knows. My bad.” He’s dead. So dead. “Oh and hi Sawyer. Long-time no see,” waved the boy, “Enjoying the party? I have a spare pair of glasses here if you like.” Wouldn’t want to make her feel like she isn’t there right?

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