One
Toga! Toga!
"Oi! Dara-ko, let's go already! Daylight's burnin', eh?"
"I'm coming, don't get your sheets wrapped in a knot!" the blue-haired young woman smirked at the rather large gentleman that waited impatiently at the door of her apartment building. He was one of several gentlmen, mostly her classmates from University, who waited to make the sober trek across campus to what the residents called 'Drunk Lane', a long street just on the outskirts of Chennai where the fraternity and sorority houses stood.
Thousands of years have passed in the history of Madres, the great sprawling university of Chennai that had become one of Earth's largest and most renown schools of thought and knowledge. Social and political elites from all over the solar system sent their offspring to learn at one of the Ivy League Earth schools, with Madres being second only to the First School of Athens University. It was still hard to compete with Madres' sprawling gardens and ocean town that called to everyone.
But there was always one thing that stood against the ages of time. The time honored tradition that brought all walks of life together in a raucous display of student life. From the shy nerd to the over-achiever, the jock, the artist, and the bro. It was the Toga, and what college expierence is complete without a toga party?
Even the daughter of the Dean could not resist it's call.
Udara adjusted the fake fig-leaf wreath that sat just so in her long cerulean hair. Her toga cut off knee-length with a sash of wine colred fabric for accent and a gold chord wrapped around her middle. Usually she was a conservative India native. Her deep tanned skin, not quite brown, contrasted sharply against the white of her sheet-made toga. The impatient man whistled to earn him a warning look.
"Do not attempt to win back any brownie points," she warned shaking a finger in his face even though he stood a good head or more over her. Corsten Vaugn Fenlin was a rugby player, a member of the Kappa fraternity and a very good friend she met through Philosophy 101. Much like her he was a 2nd year student, though she had lived at the University and Chennai all her life. Corsten was from Jupiter. "The beer is not going anywhere, you will not miss it!"
"Shows how much you know," he said looking down at his watch. "Come on, we still have to meet the Meiyahimas. Siino, let's go!"
Another boy, Corsten's best friend, popped out from around the hedge and slung an arm around her shoulders. Sega Sinno did not go to school, though he was a local and frequent sight around the campus with Cor. "Hey Princess, glad you could make it!"
Udara narrowed her eyes at him and began the trek to meet up with the others of their party. "Don't call me that!"