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And not to mention, Winston will be there. ” Gigi dropped her lipstick, leaving a long red streak in the sink. “But he doesn’t even complement my personal convictions, maintain seamless hygiene, or share my penchant for fine cosmetics! ” A blank stare from Sarah. “I mean…he’s not my type? ” “Yeah, you’re right, ” Sarah agreed, massaging Gigi’s shoulders. “He’s too rough around the edges for a kosher gal like yourself. ” Sure enough, Winston Beavers was the poster child of a rural Texas gun show. And Sarah, a left-leaning hipster, always butted heads with his ‘Murican tastes. Winston craved McDonald’s; Sarah leaned Panera Bread. Winston shopped at Walmart; Sarah would get lost in a Whole Foods. Winston drank Folgers out of an old coffee mug; Sarah spent five dollars on an espresso every morning. So maybe that’s why Asheville felt more like a home to Sarah than to Winston. 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I guess the gents know how to take advantage of a good situation! ” The “situation” was that there were currently no resident assistants in the building. The RA’s - AKA the Campus 5-0 - were currently in orientation. And they were due to begin work any day now. But until then, it was The Purge in Firewater Dorm: any and all crime was legal. In front of Room 309, Gigi straightened her skirt once again. Sarah jabbed her elbow into her ribs. “I think you should be the one to wake him up. His tickle spot is right below his belly button. ” “You’re... unbelievable, ya know! ” Gigi mouthed with a twisted smirk, masking her frustration. Sarah knocked on the ajar door. Winston’s roommate, Tai Maple, stepped out and held a lighter up to the joint in Sarah’s mouth. He was a lean black guy with gold-rimmed glasses, matching earrings, and a dark purple sweater. Sarah closed her eyes, inhaling her first hit of weed for the day. “Looking for Winston? You might not wanna go in there! ” Tai warned. 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The 300 Hall was a sausage fest, and she and Sarah were mechanically-separated tofu. “Hey, ston? ” she whispered. “Are you awake? ” No response. She took a deep breath and flicked the switch. “It looks like the game starts in a few hours, and your sister and I just want to make sure that - waaah! ” When the lights kicked on, Winston was actually fully clothed. That wasn’t the problem. On either side of him were two topless redheads. Winston’s favorite flavor, and probably twins. One girl shrieked, covering her chest while the other mumbled in a drunken stupor. But eventually she too locked eyes with a blushing Gigi, then froze. The girl wrapped herself in Winston’s sheets, and dashed out of the room behind her sister. Gigi stared at their bodies as they sprinted down the hallway, wondering how she ever missed out on a blessing from the boob fairy. Sarah and Tai filed in, laughing their asses off. They stared down at a snoring Winston, who managed to still sleep through it all. A husky, “country-strong” young man with a full beard. Winston was dressed from neck to toe in one-piece fleece pajamas. Bright red and white (the school colors) and tiny beavers printed on every square inch. Not only was “Beavers” Winston’s last name, but the South App Beavers was also the school’s mascot. As an avid football fan, Winston loved all the attention this got him. Sarah, on the other hand, now hated her last name. Winston’s snoring finally woke him up with a start. He sat up against the wall and ran his fingers through his disheveled medium-length brown hair. “Now either I dreamed that one of those girls was a tranny, or Tai was waving his dick in my face last night. ” Tai laughed like a good sport. “You checked out early with those redheads, ya know! ” Tai said. “You missed Connor’s guy’s mom stripping down and doing the beer Slip-and-Slide. And man! Even I was enjoying it. ” “Ah, shit. I wish I passed up on those of the Rings elves, or whatever they were. Let me put it in simple terms. Gigi: cover your ears. ” Winston lit a Camel cigarette and took a drag. “If you’re gonna have a threesome, make damn sure it’s not with two sisters. Do you know why? ” Now the tomboyish Sarah was usually the first one to chime in on these riddles, while Gigi stood idly by. But Gigi, feeling a little more emboldened after what she saw this morning, took the bait. “Well... I attribute a potential problem to the shared DNA between two kin, resulting in a flat refusal to engage in incestuous behavior, as is taboo in the United States of America and other municipalities around the globe. Blank stares from the other three. “I sters don’t kiss each other in threesomes? ” she laughed. “A-ha, so you were watching everything last night, ” Winston accused, pointing his cigarette at her. Tai and Sarah sighed, while Gigi shrugged with a nervous grin. “Anyway, I gotta get my ticket, ” he announced. “The game starts soon, and we damn well should be tailgating by now. ” Sarah held up an envelope. “Well that’s the thing: the hot mailman gave me mine, but he didn’t have anything for you. You did place the order online…right? ” Winston panned over to Sarah, Tai, and Gigi. Nothing but apprehensive stares, as if it was his turn to roll the dice in the game of life. He took a drag of his cigarette and threw it across the room. “ Fuuuck! ” yelled Winston, waking up every living thing in Firewater Dorm. Minutes later, Winston sprung out the back door, still in his onesie pajamas, while the other three trailed behind. “That mailman! He fucking took ‘em, I know it. ” Sarah grabbed his shoulder as they crossed the parking lot toward the bus stop. “Gee, ya really think? ” “Yeah. It’s so plum-fucking simple. He wants to resell them, ” Winston explained. Tai caught up to Winston. “So what’s your plan, bro? Are we chasing this guy through campus on game day? In all this traffic? We don’t even know his route. ” But Sarah chimed in, pointing at Tai. “You heard him. S. has a thief in its midst. This bastard shouldn’t even be touching mail if he’s stealing shit. Unless he wants my student loan bills, of course. ” She turned to Gigi, whose yellow flats tapped quietly behind them. “What think ye, Gigi? Any hot takes on this debacle? ” Gigi paused, then closed her eyes with an apprehensive grin. “I propose we should bend a knee to Brother Beaver’s prime inhibitions, and acquiesce to satiate his id, ego, and super-ego! ” Blank stares from the other three. “Um... I want Winston to be happy? ” she clarified. Winston grinned, reaching out and ruffling Gigi’s hair as she blushed. “Now that’s what I call logic, volume one. Everybody on that goddamn bus! ” The huge university bus pulled up and they scrambled in to sit up front. And while Winston, Sarah, and Tai looked out the window to spot this mail truck, Gigi was the first to notice that something was very, very wrong. “” she whispered. This was no ordinary campus bus. Behind them: a sea of bright red and white. Shirtless guys with red painted chests and war paint beneath the eyes. Women with bright red crop-tops with no bras. And beavers. Beavers everywhere: on shirts, painted on faces, little stuffed plush beavers wedged tightly in women’s cleavage. Not to mention the smell of whiskey and beer that would normally make Winston feel like he was at a family reunion. But now, his stomach lurched as he leaned forward in his seat, trying to contain the liter of alcohol in his belly. “Look at this cozy-ass motherfucker in Beaver jammies! ” screamed the stocky, black bus driver on the intercom. His voice thundered like a Pentecostal preacher. “Everybody give him a good ole’-fashion Beaver welcome. ” And so, the crowd began clicking their tongues: the Beaver war cry. Of course, they sounded more like gerbils begging for food than anything else. This “chant” was a sight to see in close quarters, but even more of a spectacle in the football stadium. It was strangely surreal, and almost terrifying, to hear a group of 80, 000 fans click their tongues like Silence of the Lambs. “Aight, aight, ” the bus driver said. “Beautiful. Now, we wanna welcome y’all to the hottest motherfuckin’ pre-game on campus: The Tailgate Express. ” Winston gritted his teeth. It was everything he ever wanted. Booze, beavers, and cleavage. 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Aspiring doctors, lawyers, and even dental hygienists like Gigi. “And on your left, we have one hell of a historical monument on campus. Glumwater Lake. You don’t wanna fuck around here after dark. And you sho’ as hell don’t wanna fuck around here after a handful of shrooms. That’s word to your motha’ truth. ” Glumwater Lake bore a curse, tracing back to the first graduation class of the college. It was Spring 1926: the fishing team paddled out to the center of the lake to practice for the summer’s large-mouth bass competition. But when an unlucky student tried to reel in his line, he slipped out of the boat and never came back up. Some teammates claimed that someone, or some thing, pulled his ass under that lake. During the day students frequented the lake to jog or play disc golf. Perfectly safe. But when crossing around the lake at night, it was customary to pour out a little bit of liquor, in order to quench the thirst of that pour fisherman’s soul. “And now, the holy motherfucking Mecca of campus, straight ahead: Chadwick Stadium. Or as it is known to us Beavers: The Dam. In just a few hours the Beavers will smear shit over those goddamn Land Sharks! And as is tradition, I’m gonna need everybody on this bus to look around and pinch, slap, or smack anybody who ain’t reppin’ our team’s colors! ” Winston looked down at his onesie. He was clearly safe. In this moment, he was one of them. But Sarah, Tai, and Gigi slowly looked at each other as they realized they were royally fucked. “Get ‘em! ” A rush of rabid Beavers from behind. Somebody gave Tai’s neck a deep pinch with their fingernails. A drunk girl, a little more merciful, grabbed Sarah by the shoulders and shook the hell out of her. Gigi, just over five feet tall, crouched beneath the window seat until the bus driver finally said “Aight, at ease. ” When the commotion subsided, she breathed a sigh of relief and stood back up. And then someone slapped Gigi’s ass. A firm, open-handed slap that caused her to shriek. Then the random culprit slipped into the sea of fans who probably looked just like him. Now Winston was the only one in the gang to see that red-painted hand, although he couldn’t pinpoint a face. So Winston gritted his teeth and slipped his hand into the pocket of his pajamas. “Whoever did that, come back up here and man the fuck up! ” Winston withdrew a black Colt Single Action Army revolver and pointed it into the air. The hair on the back of Gigi’s neck stood up: not because of the gun, but because she was now the center of attention. The crowd stopped their tongue-clicking, and quieted down among a flurry of “Oh shits” and a snarky “Is that compensation? ” Sarah and Tai stepped forward and grabbed Winston’s shoulders. “Bruh, what the hell? ” Sarah whispered. “You can’t just wave that thing around like that! You’re gonna get someone killed. ” “Yeah, ” Tai whispered. “Pretty sure this is hi-jacking, my man. ” “I don’t give a damn, ” Winston yelled. “One of these bush-whackers is eating teeth soup tonight. You’ve gotta be a desperate motherfucker to - ” Zaaap! The bus driver pulled the trigger of his police-grade Taser, and Winston screeched like a choir boy. The gun fell from his hands and hit the floor, sending a. 45-caiber round straight through the ceiling. The students screamed, crouching behind their seats, while Winston lay curled up on the floor, his pants damp with his own piss. “Stay there, and don’t fucking move, ” the driver bellowed, picking up his revolver. “I’m about to have yo’ dumb ass thrown in the pen. ” The bus driver must have been six-and-a-half feet tall, with massive biceps that suffocated beneath his Under Armor shirt. He was bald with a neatly-trimmed goatee and a nametag that read “Lionell. ” But in this moment, it may as well have read “Drill Sergeant. ” Gigi tapped the driver’s shoulder. “Please, Mister, onell! It’s not his fault. See, my boyfriend in the sea of raging fans elected to employ some ever-so-naughty shenanigans by giving my derriere a surprise dose of physical contact. Yet unbeknownst to Sir Winston over here, this mystery assailant had previously met my acquaintance and had even deflowered me at some juncture! ” Blank stares from everybody on the bus. I mean, my boyfriend slapped my butt and Winston thought it was a stranger who did it! ” Lionel’s expression changed from anger to a sly, opportunistic grin. “Well then, looks like we got a jealous simp on our hands, who misses her shrimp-fried wonton Asian piece of ass! ” He walked over to Winston, still lying on his stomach, and stepped on his back with this combat boot. “Looks like your girl over here found a man with a bigger pee-pee than yours. So you best hightail your piss-stained panties off mah fuckin’ bus. ” The back door slid open, and Winston slowly pushed himself to his feet. The Beaver-clad students just stared at the four of them, as if they were rivals from another university. When Winston reached the back door, an anonymous voice muttered “That was a nice handful of ass, I gotta admit. ” Winston whipped around, but Sarah shoved her brother off the bus. “Let it go, man, ” she muttered. And when the four of them left the bus, the front door swung open. “I mighty appreciate the parting gift! ” Lionell said, holding up Winston’s revolver. “Always wanted one myself in the Marines. Consider it mpensation for me not fuckin’ yo shit up. ” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Y’all conservatives are all the same. Never can take a goddamn joke. ” The front door sealed shut, and the Tailgate Express took off. Winston clenched his fists and kicked over a trash can. “Fuckin’ asshole man! ” Sarah put her hands on his shoulder and shook the life out of him. “Dude, be grateful! You just dodged a bullet! ” “Yeah, literally, ” Tai said, clicking his tongue. But the angry tears that welled up in Winston’s eyes suggested that he didn’t care about going to jail. Instead, all he thought about was that gun. It was a parting gift from his and Sarah’s divorced father, Landon, before he moved to Mexico. 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They watched him pull into the parking lot of the “Fash-for-Cash”: a 24/7 clothing store where students sold gently-used clothing for cash on the spot. In turn, this money would almost always be spent on alcohol at the 24/7 “Gently-Used Liquor” store next door. The catch: both stores were owned by two Indian brothers who made a point to cross-promote each other. It was a lucrative business model. The owner of the clothing store was even known to charge women top-dollar to strip off their clothes. And it was rumored that lap dances that happened in the back room. The profit? The liquor store next door was the only 24/7 one on campus, and the premium prices reflected that. Winston, Sarah, Gigi, and Tai rushed to the parking lot and hid behind a sprinter van. Peeking out from the side, Winston saw the token surfer guy walking into the store. “Ain’t delivering no mail, I reckon. ” In fact, that truck was parked smack-dab in the center of the crowded lot. Winston envisioned his season tickets just sitting there in the seat, waiting to be reclaimed… “Here’s the plan! ” Sarah piped up after a few minutes. “Gigi and I will go in and keep tabs on him. You and Tai find a way to break into his truck. If he really did steal them, they gotta be somewhere in there. ” Tai held his hands up, dumbfounded. “Whoa, wait a minute. First of all, the owner of that store is a horndog, and he’ll find a way to get those clothes off you one way or another. And second of all... entering auto is a felony in the state of North Carolina! ” “Sounds like a plan, sis, ” Winston said, ignoring Tai and giving Sarah a wink. Sarah snatched Gigi’s hand and whisked her away. As they headed toward the building, the grin on Gigi’s face implied: Winston, I accept your apology, but you’re still an obnoxious brute. And then there were two. Tai crossed his arms in protest while Winston lay on his back, running his hands beneath the truck to search for a spare key. “You know, at this point, ” Tai began thoughtfully. “Why not just pay somebody else for their tickets? ” “Because them tix is mine, roomie, ” Winston answered, continuing to give the truck a full cavity search. “There are many other tix like them in the world, but thems is mine’s. ” Inside the Fash-for-Cash, Sarah and Gigi panned the clothing racks, looking for the tallest man in the building. No sign of him. Sarah headed toward the men’s section with Gigi trailing close behind. “Good, ” Sarah said, giving her a thumbs up. “He’s either in the bathroom or the changing room. So, Gigi…do you wanna play dress-up? ” A few minutes later, not even Winston and Tai would have recognized this Korean girl anymore. She had wiped off all her makeup, slipped a dark pea coat over her dress, ditched her flats for skate shoes, and crawled into the baggiest pair of jeans in the store. As a finishing touch, she tied her hair into a tight bun and hid it under an AC/DC baseball cap. “Um, I definitely don’t understand men’s waist sizes! ” Gigi laughed nervously, struggling to hold her pants up. “Well, you definitely pulled it off! As a matter of fact, if Tai met you like this, he’d already have a shrine dedicated to you in his closet. Now how about going into the men’s changing room and doing a little recon? ” Gigi took a deep breath, pulling up her collar to hide her face. “Okay, I will, ” she spoke confidently. “Wow. You know, you really have surprised all of us today. You’ve earned my respect, Mister Gigi. My brother on the other hand? He’s a little more of a tough sell, so don’t worry about him. ” Gigi narrowed her eyes. “Hey, Sarah? ” “Yesss? ” “Is ” “Eh, Winston is as Winston does. He’s been frustrated in this new town. It’s funny, he can have all the redhead twins he wants. But he kicks them to the curb soon as he finds out they have absolutely nothing in common. I guess women just kinda jaded him over time. North Carolina ain’t no Alabama, after all. ” Gigi nodded. “So he is set in his ways, I see. ” She turned around, and limped towards the men’s changing room while still holding her jeans up. “Hey, ” Sarah called after her. “Don’t forget to take any pictures if you see something good! ” Back in the parking lot, Winston had found a wire hanger in the dumpster. He was now trying his damnedest to shove it into the window to hit the unlock button. But it was sealed shut. “Dude, this is crazy! ” yelled Tai, swiveling his head around the parking lot for witnesses. “Look, my tickets. I only go to the games to gawk at the players anyway. I don’t know shit about football! ” Tai wasn’t lying. On move-in day, Winston stumbled upon a secret binder containing information on this year’s football starting lineup. Most notable was a “hotness” rating ranging on a scale from “1” (Let’s get Starbucks) to “10” (Let’s adopt an African child together). “Damn, ” Winston muttered, tossing the hanger to the side. “Fuckin’ thing sucks. ” Winston’s and Tai’s phones buzzed. It was a FaceTime group call from Gigi. They looked at each other, then answered their phones. “Hey, ” Gigi whispered, her boyish face taking up the whole screen. “Our guy is definitely in one of these changing rooms. ” “Pics or it didn’t happen! ” Sarah shrieked, jumping for joy. “Whoa, that was the world’s fastest sex change! ” Winston laughed. “Man, if you were a guy, I would already have a shrine dedicated to you, ” Tai cheered. “Guys, ” Gigi whispered sharply. “Be quiet. He’ll hear-” Suddenly, Gigi whipped her head to the side, and her dark brown eyes widened. The call dropped. Back in the changing room hallway, Gigi shoved the phone into her pocket when as heard the lock jiggle on Jacky’s door. She whipped around and sprinted down the hall toward the exit. But as she approached the corner, she lost her footing, slipped, and crashed into a clothing rack. How did I end up here? I should be learning about teeth! Or putting in another maintenance request to fix our AC! Or calling my mom! Not cross-dressing to help a boy I barely know... “Whoa! Hey bud, are you okay? ” Gigi slowly pushed herself up and sat against the wall. The first thing she noticed was a pair of long, tan legs beneath Jacky’s tight brown uniform. And then, a warm smile from a Greek god-like jawline, as he extended his hand down to her. He lifted her up and brushed her shoulders off. But as she stood there frozen, he narrowed his eyes with suspicion. “You the right changing ” Gigi nodded quickly, her black bangs peeking out from her hat. Relieved, Jacky chuckled, parting back his slick blonde hair. “Well, I’m Jacky! What’s your name? Hey, wait a minute! We…we met at Beleavers, right? Yeah, you were in line getting popcorn! Look, I know it was awkward last time but I have to you still single? ” Gigi’s jaw dropped. She forced a grin and nodded once again. Now she didn’t know about this alleged “single guy” Jacky met. But she had heard of Beleavers. It was a Methodist student worship conference that met once a week. Its attendants gathered for fun, fellowship, and - for the more resourceful of fraternity brothers – hitting on Christian girls. Jacky chuckled again, his sun-kissed face turning red. “Well, would you wanna get coffee sometime? I’d love to kinda sit down and continue our conversation. I mean, I stand by what I said last time: you can be gay and still be in God’s love. ” Suddenly, Winston burst in the hallway like a raging bull. To anybody who had ever met him, he was out for blood. But to Gigi, he was clearly faking it. “Bro! ” Winston yelled, throwing his hands in the air. “What the hell man? Mom’s looking all over for you. ” He turned to Jacky and gave him a fist bump. “I hope he didn’t cause any trouble. See, he’s my foreign exchange brother and he’s off his autism meds. ” “Oh! No, not a problem at all. Well, the offer still stands, Tim! ” But Winston had already grabbed her hand and disappeared, weaving in and out of aisles. She ditched her boy clothes, fetched her shoes, and slipped past the security guards out the front door. They rounded the corner to the alleyway, where Winston came to a halt with his hands on his knees. “Whew, that was a close one! Damn. So why’s your name Tim now? And what’s this offer that he was talking about? ” “Oh! Well... I told him that was my name, ” Gigi lied. She laughed nervously, then lowered her voice. “In my most masculine voice of course. ” She sat against the wall and hugged her knees. “And the offer? He wanted to offer …skin care advice! ” “Skin care advice? You? What, I didn’t know they let blind people drive mail trucks? Your skin’s damn near flawless. ” Gigi raised her head, and her earthy brown eyes met his icy blues. The first still, quiet moment all day. And then it was over when Winston cleared his throat. “Of course, if you ever have any pimples or blackheads…just let me know and I’ll pop ‘em for ya! ” Gigi gasped and threw her shoe at him. They laughed their asses off while they heard the distant cheers of fans in the football stadium. “Well, thanks for helping me out back there! ” Gigi said. “That was a clever getaway. ” “Ah, it’s no sweat. We look out for our own around here. ” Winston reached down to help her up. But he seemed to be stronger than Jacky. He pulled her to her feet faster than a frat boy dropping a dumbbell. She stumbled, then fell straight into his arms. Gigi stayed there for a second before backing away slowly. “ did pee yourself, didn’t you? ” she asked. “Hey, that electric gun hurt like a bitch! But look, I wasn’t the bed-wetter growing up. I’ll just put it like this: never share a bed with Sarah after a night of drinking. ” “D-did I hear my fucking naaame, my dude?! ” Winston and Gigi turned toward the Gently-Used Liquor store to see a Sarah stumbling out. She wore a bright red Beaver bikini that left very little to the imagination. And Bright red heels to match her bright red face. In her fist: a fifth of vanilla vodka. “I tried to tell her not to do it, ” Tai groaned, throwing his hands up as he walked over to Winston and Gigi. “Sarah, what the hell did you do now? ” Winston muttered, shaking his head. “I sold all my clothes for booze, bitchesss! ” She took a deep swig. A group of frat boys drove by in a Jeep Rubicon decked out with South App flags. “Hell yeah, girl! ” one of them shouted, dressed head-to-toe in a full-on Beaver mascot costume. They sped off toward the stadium, where there were most likely hundreds of other cars fighting for parking spaces. “Shit, kick-off’s in an hour, ” Winston sighed. “I guess we’ll go back to the dorm and catch it in the lobby or something. ” “Oh, about that, Mister Beavers! ” Sarah slurred. She reached into her bikini top and pulled out not one, but two tickets. “I have been keeping your golden ticket safe with me this entire time! ” Everybody fell silent - even Gigi, who had been silently cursing the gods for not giving her breasts like Sarah’s. “It was my plan all along! ” Sarah continued. “I have sent us on a wild goose chase under the pretense of finding your precious tix. In reality, I wanted to pursue my one true love: Surfer Jacky! ” Gigi stomped up to Sarah, and grabbed her shoulders with a devious grin. “Well I’ve got news for you, Sarah. Jacky likes boys! I know, because my disguise worked so well that he asked me out. Karma’s a bitch! ” Tai, pumped his fist in the air with an elated shout. “Yesss, baby! So you’re saying there’s a chance! ” Gigi placed her hands on her hips with pride, while Winston snatched his tickets. Sarah, on the hand, fell to the ground into a drunken puddle, as she let out a resounding “Nooo! ” that rang across the entire campus. An hour later, the student section of The Dam was flooded with red and white. The four freshmen were now suited up in the home team’s gear: bright red polos for the guys and a bright red sundress for Gigi. Sarah? Well, she opted to don the bikini in order to maintain that Beaver-fan energy in the student section. Everyone passed around a tin of shoe polish, used for war paint beneath the eyes. Vendors came around offering beaver plushes – not to mention beer for all the underage students who could produce fake IDs. And Sarah, after hearing the news about Surfer Jacky, opted to deal with it the only way she knew how: alcohol and a beaver plush on each shoulder. Winston, Tai, and Gigi were drunk as well, so they couldn’t judge. “Ladies and gentlemen, ” the announcer blared through the loudspeakers. “The president of South Appalachian College: Dr. Dale Crenshaw! ” The tall, clean-cut older man stepped out onto the field. By his side was a bubbly blonde student, dressed in a red corset with a white mini skirt. “Now who is that? ” Winston asked, turning to Tai. “Hey, it’s probably his girl. With all that money, he can afford a sugar baby like that. Which reminds me: you didn’t happen to get Jacky’s number, did you? ” “Better catch him on his paper route, partner, ” Winston replied. Dale addressed the crowd with a warm smile. “I’d like to welcome everybody to this year’s home opener: the South App Beavers versus the Virginia Landsharks! ” The Virginians cheered in southern accents, drowning out the tongue-clicks of the awkward hipster Beavers. Winston looked around at the sea of blue southerners from the opposing team, and concluded that he had applied to the wrong university. “And now, ” Dale continued, placing a hand on the blonde girl’s shoulder. “I’d like to introduce you to Miss Claire Danzy: treasurer of the Phi Kappa sorority. ” She took the mic and gave the crowd a polite wave. “Howdy Beavers! Y’all ready for a good ole’ fashioned game of football? ” The entire crowd - including the Land Sharks - clapped, cheered and attempted to cat-call their way into Claire’s heart. Winston’s even set down his light beer for this. He grinned and proceeded to clap like a seal, already ten drinks deep. “And to all my freshman now, ” she continued in a thick southern accent. “As a sophomore, I beg y’all to take advantage of Greek life. Join a frat and sorority and just have fun! There’s more to college life than the classroom, ya know! ” “Fuck yeah! ” Winston yelled. Gigi, a little concerned, turned to Sarah. “Hey, what’s gotten into him? ” Sarah, drunk from a lethal dose of Cranberry Jägerbombs, was now sprawling out on the bleachers with sunglasses on her face. “I meant what I said earlier, ” she slurred. “When Winston sees a country girl in a sea of liberals, his becomes fixated like a deer in headlights. ” She pointed down at Claire. “ That’s his soul mate. You said it perfectly: my brother is set in his ways. ” Gigi analyzed this Claire Danzy: her frilly red ponytail, dirty-blonde hair, golden skin, and bright red toenails visible in her high heels. Sarah was not wrong. This young lady oozed southern charm in a city that had never seen that before. And yet… “It appears I have finally met my equal, ” Gigi whispered with a smile, looking at Claire’s small chest, and then down at her own. “You say something, autistic brother o’mine? ” Winston chuckled, offering her a hard cider from the cooler. “Oh! Thanks! ” she answered cheerfully, cracking it open. “And nope, just thinking out loud. ” The South App Beavers proceeded to take the field, where they were promptly slaughtered by the Virginia Land Sharks: 28-3. Yes, South App was known for its proximity to downtown Asheville, its premier dental program, and as one of the first schools on the east coast to legalize weed. But its football program was only a shadow of its past. Coaches blamed the toxic amounts of vegan food and weed that seemed to find its way into the players’ bloodstreams each season. Not that the score even mattered to Winston, Sarah, Tai or Gigi. They filled up on so much alcohol that they began cheering for the opponents’ touchdowns before long. Their peers cursed them out and threw beer bottles at them, wondering who the hell these four students were. But the gang continued clicking their tongues, all the way back to the dorm in the early hours of the morning. Next week: [WtSA #2] “Campus 5-0”: The new resident assistants storm Firewater Dorm, bringing law and order in full force. The freshmen must now fight for their right to smoke, drink, and set up nude Slip-and-Slides in the hallway.

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