For beaux: "Timbertrick, as frat brothers, Chris taking the young pledge under his... wing. Yeah, that's it, wing."

"Bathroom's over there. The pledges clean it once a week whether it needs it or not. You'll get your house chores assignment in a few days, once Lance gets his act together and figures out what the schedule is. Do not, I repeat, do not fail to do any of your assigned chores, or you will experience the wrath of the spurned Southern gentleman who's had his schedule messed with, and let me tell you, firsties only let that happen once because once is enough."

Justin nodded. "Okay. And it's, what, two years of living in the house and doing chores before you get a single?"

"Right." Chris nodded. "You're bunking in with Nick. You might remember him from rush, he's the tall one --" Chris described a height a good deal taller than his own with one hand. "--with the shoulders that go from here to here and the slightly irritating habit of cracking his knuckles after every other sentence. If you can't get along with him, make sure you bury the body in the backyard, because we don't want to hear about it. Breakfast's at eight, lunch is at two, dinner's at seven, miss any of the meals and you're on your own."

"Right." Justin nodded again and shoved his hands into his pockets so that he wouldn't fidget. He was still surprised that the frat had taken him, but everyone knew that Pi Delt was the one to pledge if you weren't the traditional frat type but still wanted to be a part of one. They had a reputation for being a little odd, but Justin had liked everyone he'd met, and apparently they'd liked him.

"Okay. Friday night orgy starts at eight, and you're my partner this week. How are you at blowjobs?"

Justin sputtered. "Excuse me?"

"He is just joking, Justin," Joey said, passing them in the hallway. "Don't let him convince you otherwise."

"Darn," Chris said. "That trick never works anymore."

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