A/N - I know! I'm so late. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Times 1000. But better late than never, right? :D

I do not own Greek.

Chapter 9

He was twitching (and not in a good way).

"Um... Cap?"

Turning around, Cappie called for Beaver affectionately. "Come on here, buddy."

Lugging himself closer, Beaver handed the black tie over. "I just don't understand why we have to wear these things. They're so hard to put on."

Cappie tossed the silky material over his brother's head and went to work tying the knot. "You and me both." Leaning back, he appraised his handiwork. "Not bad if I do say so myself." The two Kappa Taus turned simultaneously towards the full length mirror.

"I feel like a waiter."

"Really?" Cappie straightened his tie and checked the cuffs of his shirt. "Personally I think we would be welcomed to join 'Happy Feet'."

"It's a good thing penguins are friendly creatures."

"Did you know," Cappie said in a knowledgeable tone, "that some penguins are gay? True story."

Beaver nodded before his face was marred by a thoughtful frown. "Does that mean the male penguins lay eggs too?"

Cappie paused for a bit to weigh the pros and cons of telling his brother the truth. "Yup," he said deciding quickly with a confident smile. "That's very much possible, Beav."

"I think I'm going to look for some penguin eggs." With a huge grin, Beaver left, leaving Cappie to sigh resolutely at his reflection.

He looked quite dashing as a waiter, if he did think so himself. Which he did (in a completely non egotistical-Evan-Chambers way, of course). His hair simply compliments the look way too much. He could run for President in this attire and people would know that a change was indeed awaiting them. A change from public policies to beer pong. Still, he could make it work.

With a quick wink, he turned to leave. He needed all the confident boosting powers his reflection could give him.

The Kappa Taus arrived at the ZBZ house looking dashing - as usual, with a few squicks like messy hair and questionably ironed white shirts. But in the grand scheme of things, they were practically pixel sized issues. Ashley put them all to work immediately; ordering things like, 'you handle the champagne', 'you, the hors d'oeuvres', and 'you... just stay there and don't talk to anyone." Cappie of course, with his infinite knowledge of liquor was not allowed to be the bartender. He was so insulted, he actually gasped. Loud!

"Oh you," Ashley said with a grin and a slap to his arm. "You're far too valuable to let you have the mundane job of pouring drinks."

"Shows how much you know," Cappie said wisely. He leaned towards her and whispered, "You do realize that any other person would steal a shot or two. But not this guy," he finished with a grin, pointing to himself with a ridiculously open-mouthed wide grin splitting his face.

When Ashley simply looked at him, unimpressed, he dropped that award winning smile of his. After all, his jaw hurt. "You," she said brightly, leading him to the foyer, "will be our greeter. All you have to do is say, 'how are you doing this evening?' and 'may I please take your coat?' Got that?"

"And after that?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Then take their coats."

"Do what I say I'm going to do. Gotcha."

"Oh, and one more thing. When you see this lady who's-"

Cappie stared. Not at Ashley. No. Never at Ashley. But at the gorgeous blonde vixen behind Ashley. At the absolutely gorgeous, long legged beauty who was walking down the stars so slowly that his heart pumped to the beat of her high heeled stilettos.

He actually stopped breathing.

"Cappie? Cappie! Cap!"

Oh. Back to Ashley. "What?"

She looked over her shoulder at Casey, who was now at the bottom of the stairs and looking at him shyly. He was not undressing her with his eyes. He was simply...musing about undressing her. Later. When others weren't around. Or even when there are people around. It doesn't matter. He's not picky.

Casey of course, had to smile at him, making his heart beat quicken so fast, he had the undeniable urge to place two fingers on the pulse on his neck and check a warning for a heart attack. "Hi, Cap."

He...was supposed to speak. "You look..." He had no words. No statements. No poems to tell her exactly what he thought of her in that ridiculously short dress that she should wear only for him. But she blushed, so he could say proudly, mission accomplished!

Ashlely, of course just had to 'shoo' his fantasy person in the fantasy dress away. Literally. "And now get to work," she said as she spied the first two alums making their way up the pathway.

Muttering under his breath, he did. Wide smile in place, gentlemanly statements in hand, Cappie had to admit he ruled the greeting job - which he was sure was a job that was available in any five star hotel. But who was he kidding? He would never get to work in a place like that. After tonight, he would be too much of a legend for a job with that kind of calibre. And let's face it, doormen are awesome! But he couldn't leave KT. Not yet.

Cappie was actually having a good time, until...

"What are you doing here?"

Cappie glared at his former best friend, who turned into his enemy, who became his ex-enemy, who then became his acquaintance, but who has now graduated to Scum of the Earth! Twice removed from Hitler.

"What does it look like I'm doing here?"

Evan looked taken aback by Cappie's tone. "Are you working here?"

"What's it to you if I'm working here?"

"Er... Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Peachy. Never been better." Cappie likes sarcasm for a reason. "But here's a riddle I can't solve. What are you," insert poke against chest that works as a light shove, "doing here."

Evan stumbled slightly, his eyes looking at Cappie incredulously. "Watch it. No one's here. We don't have to pretend like we don't like each other anymore."

Cappie shrugged. "Who's pretending?"

Evan eyed him in confusion. "Hold on. Did I do something...to offend you?"

"Nothing at all. But you didn't answer my question. What are you doing at a mixer for broads with no bros?"

"Um. Casey asked me to come. My father is on the board of trustee fellowship that-"

Maybe it was all in his head. Maybe, Cappie found himself on a different plane of existence where he punched Evan Chambers and felt mighty good about it.

But the truth is, he was nowhere else but in ZBZ, wearing a penguin costume and is expected to wait on Bing? Oh, hell to the NO!

He didn't think about it really. Before he knew it, Cappie had decked Chambers right in the nose. Evan staggered back in shock before aiming a shot towards his face, which didn't work out since he ducked, and got hit in the neck. This hurt like a bitch, by the way. Then he hit Chambers, who hit him back. And the next thing he knew, they were brawling; cowboy style, and a woman was screeching and he was in such pain that he had half a mind to sue Evan. But then Evan hit him again, and he gritted his teeth and aimed and before he knew it, all hell broke loose.

And if anyone asks, he didn't start it.

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A/N - I think the next chapter is the last before the epilogue! :)