FRAT
"A frat?" Kyle shifts away from the table to place his dishes in the sink.
"Yes, a fraternity," Piper insists, surrounded by her entourage, already dressed and gathered around the dining room table.
Piper is making plans for the evening, although she hadn't informed me about it. In fact, it seemed like she hadn't informed anyone about her desire to attend a frat party.
"I thought we were hitting up Apex," Mark says with a furrowed brow. Apex was a budget-friendly downtown club for students. Similar to a frat house, it was dimly lit, noisy, and offered cheap drinks. It didn't particularly pique my interest, especially knowing it would be packed with first- and second-year students on a Friday night in search of something to do.
"I considered it, but my sorority got an invite
