The moment the drunk fraternity pledge hit the ground, he struggled to pull his pants up. Then he blacked out again.

He woke up. The brothers had been taking turns punching him, afraid that if they let him pass out he might die. Or maybe they were just sadistic bastards.

The president of Kappa Sigma, Roy, walked into the room along with the pledge’s big brother, who everybody called Boss.

“Get him some fucking food right now.” Roy ordered Boss. “I can’t believe you, man.” Roy returned his attention to the pledge. “You gave us a bit of a scare. Here’s some clothes to change into. You might wanna hit the showers. Be quick. There’s no fucking lock on the door.”

He jumped into the shower and heard the scariest possible noise. Giggling sorority girls.

“Can I borrow your mascara?”

“Sure, no prob.”

The pledge remained still, pretending to be invisible.

“What’s that?”

Shit.

“Oh, my God. Is somebody in there?”

“Come on, seriously. Who showers at a party?”

They peaked in, laughing hysterically.