It began at 8pm. Six shots deep, crop top-ed, looking good, you make your way across south campus.
MSSC is just like AD. or DKE. or DPhi. One of those greek groups. Hell yeah.
You approach the doors to Tomsich feeling basically like a badass. Hearing activity inside, you approach with K-Card in hand (and fake I.D.)
Just incase they don’t take K-Card or like you need to be 21. Hell yeah.