The Frat Party
[03.09.00] » by Dan Levinson
"Hey, why don't we do the trick where
we paint a face on our stomach and dance around?" Jessiah asked holding
his beer glass aloft and spilling it all over the floor of the Yggdrasil Gun
Room. Citan pondered this strange statement for a moment, and then the memories
came flooding back.
Sigurd set up everything in the small room
neatly and cleanly. He set out a few snacks and a keg of beer for his
"guests". Jessiah, his senior officer, was sleeping in the adjoining
room, his loud snores muffled by the thick metal door in between. Sigurd
glanced at a clock on the wall. "People should start coming any minute
now..." A knock sounded on the door.
Sigurd touched a button next to the door and
it slid open. "Hey Sig." Citan wore his contacts to the party, and
the absence of the glasses made him look that much less like a Jugend student.
"Citan, good to see you." Sigurd
slumped into one of the chairs and rubbed both of his eyes wearily. "Hey,
do you know if Kahr will be here?"
"Yeah, probably," Citan responded.
"At least that's what he told me. Who else is coming?"
"Let's see... There's Clarke, Rowan,
Jakks, oh yeah, and I gave a pity invitation to Vanderkaum."
"Vanderkaum?" Citan asked in
disbelief. "You think he'll come? He might ruin it, you know."
"Yeah, but I doubt he'll be
A great voice boomed from outside the door.
"Hey, is 'der a party here or what?"
"You were saying...?" Sigurd was
crestfallen as he opened the door to greet the behemoth of a man. Vanderkaum
pushed past Sigurd and walked over to the snack table. He grabbed a glass and
filled it to the brim with brown ale from the keg. At that time, more knocks
sounded at the door. And another voice spoke out.
"What the hell's all that noise in
there! Can't a man get some sleep in his own place!?" Jessiah barged into
the party room and immediately targeted Vanderkaum. "Hey big man, I s'pose
you're the one makin' all the noise?"
"Back off, old man. I'm tryin' ta
"Drink? Hah! Don't make me laugh! I'll
drink you under the table!" Jessiah grabbed his own glass and immediately
the beer drinking contest started. Four men, Kahran Ramsus, Steve Jakks, Simm
Rowan, and Haven Clarke, pushed their way into the room and took their own
glasses. After a moment, Citan sighed resolutely and took his own place.
"C'mon boy! This's yer party! You can't
just sit there like a lump," Jessiah yelled. He walked over to Sigurd and
pulled him over to the keg. Jessiah then proceeded to fill a glass and pour it
down Sigurd's throat before he could protest.
"Round Two!" Vanderkaum proclaimed.
The contest inevitably ended in the victory
of Jessiah, who still stood by the keg drinking glass after glass. However, it
also resulted in a number of drunk party-goers. Ramsus reeled around the room,
muttering to himself and sweating profusely. Jessiah had literally drank
Vanderkaum under the table, where he lie passed out from too much alcohol.
Jakks and Rowan were engaged in a game of rock-paper-scissors, which they had
been going at for almost fifteen minutes. Sigurd was snoring lightly on a
couch. Citan, who had refrained from drinking too much, stared thoughtfully at
the night sky out the window.
Clarke and Ramsus started to laugh for
seemingly no reason. Clarke held a black marker in his hand. "Do it, do
it!" Ramsus urged. Clarke shambled over to Sigurd's prone body and
proceeded to draw a large smiley-face on his stomach. The deed done, Clarke
doubled over in laughter. But Kahr wasn't done. He picked up Sigurd, and shook
him promptly until he woke up.
"Wha... hey? Kahr?" Ramsus started
to chuckle as he spun Sigurd round and round. After what seemed like hours to
the helpless party host, Ramsus let him free. Sigurd lurched dizzily in one
direction and then another, trying to grab on to something.
"He's dancing, he's dancing," Kahr
shouted with glee. "Look, Sig's dancing! And he's got a big face on his
stomach!" Ramsus collapsed into fits of giggles while the rest of Sigurd's
guests stared at him in their drunken stupor. All, that is, except for Citan,
who took one look at his friend and grinned, planning to remind him of it for a
long time to come.
"Hey, ya don't do that right!"
Jessiah grabbed the marker from Ramsus and proceeded to draw a face on his own
stomach. "This's how ya dance, yes it is!" Jessiah then moved
randomly, this way and that, to a thunderous applause.
"Hey, this's my joke! I get ta do
it!" Kahr snatched back the marker, and proceeded himself to perform the
Citan shook his head clear of the
embarrassing memories. "Not now, old friend... Maybe some other
time..." Jessiah threw back his head and roared with laughter.
"Ya never did it the first time, and
you're too sissy to ever do it!"