"And, that's the last of them." Cappie said, hitting his final ball off the roof.
"Good game." Carson laughed. "You still lost, but good effort."
"Well that's because I didn't know the new rules." Cappie chuckled. "Now that I do, next time your ass is mine."
"Yeah, ok." Carson bragged.
The two climbed back through the window into the alumni room, and Cappie was immediately taken back by everything he saw.
"What is this?" Cappie couldn't stop staring at everything around him.
"It's the Alumni Room. The most important relic of each alum is in this room under their picture, along with a file explaining their KT life." Carson explained.
Cappie continued to walk around the room, staring at all the pictures of his brothers from when they were young.
"Oh wow, look at Dumbo." Cappie laughed. "I wonder if he ever grew into those ears of his."
He looked at the picture next to it with a very confused face. It wasn't the picture that threw him off however, it was the artifact with it.
"Ok, one, why did you guys leave a cup of the worst looking beer known to man out?" Cappie asked. "And two, why is it with Spitter's picture?"
Carson kind of laughed. He had the same questions when he first saw it.
"Well for starters, it looks disgusting because it's twenty-year-old beer."
"Didn't your brothers teach you that consuming stale beer is dangerous?" Cappie asked. "Why didn't you guys throw it out?"
"Because it's special beer." Carson chuckled. "It was the beer that my uncle didn't drink the night he won his first beer pong competition. Supposedly the rule is the chosen one is supposed to drink from the cup directly before the match so he has the beer of a champion running through his veins."
"So they force some poor sap to drink twenty-year-old beer as a lucky charm." Cappie thought their new traditions were a little on the weird side.
"Trust me; they're not a poor sap. Everyone wants to be the chosen one." Carson said.
"Who was the chosen one this year?" Cappie asked, looking through all the other alums' things.
"My best friend S...Superman." Carson was about to say Seth, but the Kappa Tau in him thought the nickname was a better choice. "And surprisingly, the chosen one this year is the alumni little brother of the original chosen one."
"No kidding, that's awesome." Cappie smiled.
"Yeah." Carson said. "Hey, give me your club."
"Ok?" Cappie didn't get why he needed to. He also didn't see his picture anywhere. "Hey, where am I in all of this?"
"Right over here." Carson said, stepping to the side to show Cappie the 'Wall of Legends'.
"Now why the hell am I all the way over here when the rest of my brothers are on the other wall?" Cappie asked, pointing to his pledge class on the opposite wall.
"Because the people on this wall are all KT legends." Carson said.
"Ok, first of all that is a horrible picture of me." Cappie said. "And second, how legendary are we talking?"
Carson pointed at each picture as he explained. "Egyptian Joe is only a legend because of how long he was here. Then Lasker got his legend status by being a total douche and tearing down the old KT house. And then there's you."
Carson stopped and thought for a second. How Lasker and Egyptian Joe became legends was pretty self-explanatory. Cappie, on the other hand, was a little more complicated.
"Well I know I wasn't a complete ass-clown." Cappie laughed. The old Cappie was starting to come back, and he really didn't mind it. "So what gave me my legend status?"
"It wasn't really one specific thing. Your entire college career was full of legendary actions. Some of it I know a lot about, but the rest I need a little help." Carson explained. "I figured if I wanted answers I'd go right to the source."
"Smart thinking." Cappie said. "Just don't make me talk about your mother."
"You got it." Carson smiled walking over to the closet. He really didn't want to talk about her either. "And this is why I wanted your club."
Carson opened the door and exposed all that the Legends Closet had to offer.
"Holy stuff." Cappie was flabbergasted. "You guys kept all this stuff."
"Not me, all this stuff was already here when I got here." Carson said. "I just want to know what it all means. Some of it I figured out from your diary journal book thing, but most of it I'm clueless. Like the helmet."
Carson picked up the gladiator helmet and handed it to Cappie, who was sitting on a pile of crates.
"Oh, my old Titans helmet." Cappie looked at it and smiled. "Kappa Tau's used to dress like Titan warriors with these helmets and blue capes and painted their not so toned stomachs to spell out Titans. We especially did it when we got basketball tickets where we would be on national television. It was just our way of showing school spirit. I'm surprised you didn't find a picture of all of us from that day."
"If the picture wasn't in the book, I didn't find it." Carson said. "All the stuff in here is just stuff. No pictures or info to tell me what anything was for."
"And this is why I'm here." Cappie laughed, picking up another thing. "Oh god, my very first red cup as a KT."
The cup was all taped up, and anyone with eyes could tell that it had been in use for a while.
"I used this cup for everything, well everything drink related anyway." Cappie laughed. "That red cup and I had some great times. I got it my first day as a pledge. The party that night was the best night of my life, and being the naïve freshman that I was, I thought the cup had something to do with it, so that was the only cup that I would use. Then one night at a party, somebody kind of crushed it. Nobody else saw the big deal, and all told me to just get a new one. I freaked out, ran in the house, and as you can plainly see, duct taped the hell out of it. It was the first cup I used as a pledge, and the last cup I used as an active."
"Sounds like a pretty special cup." Carson said. He kind of wished he had important stuff like that. "If you don't mind me asking, what made that night so amazing?"
Cappie knew exactly what made it so special. It was Casey. It was always Casey. Before he got into a conversation he would soon regret, Cappie lied about that night.
"Oh, you know, the usual first big party thing. Got lots of lovin from a few Tri-Pi's, if you catch my drift."
Carson could tell from his facial expression and body language that Cappie was lying. Knowing the real reason had something to do with his mother, he decided not to push it. Cappie got up to put the cup back on the shelf behind him, and when he did, he accidentally knocked over the stack of crates he was sitting on, throwing the contents all over the floor.
"I thought you said you couldn't find any pictures of me?" Cappie laughed. He picked up a pile of pictures from the mass amount now on the floor.
"I honestly didn't even see those." Carson laughed, also picking up a few pictures.
Cappie smiled at the picture on top of his stack.
"Four generations of Kappa Tau's in one place." Cappie handed the picture over to Carson.
"Is that my uncle next to you?" Carson asked.
"Yup. You've got Egyptian Joe, his little brother a.k.a. me, my little brother Spitter a.k.a. your uncle, and then Spitter's little brother Spidey." Cappie named off the people in the picture.
"Judging by the beer cups and the goofy looks on your faces I'm guessing this was some kind of party." Carson said.
Cappie took a closer look at the picture. "I think so, but I can't really tell which one; the picture's too small. Got a magnifying glass?"
Carson looked for a few seconds before an idea came to his head.
"No magnifying glass, but I do know a place where make any kind of document like ten times bigger." Carson said. He took out his phone and called Professor Ravens-Seger.
"Any luck?" Cappie asked after Carson hung up the phone.
"Ravens-Seger is at the non-Greek alumni dinner for the night." Carson explained. "But he said he could get us into his 'office' tomorrow. That is, if you'll still be here."
Cappie thought about it for a minute. He had every intention of leaving after the block party was over. Now, however, he had a reason to stay. His reasons to leave were still abundantly clear, but his reason to stay was gradually overpowering them.
"Of course I'll still be here." Cappie said. "How about we put these pictures back in the crates so we can bring them to this top secret place tomorrow."
"We probably should. We don't want to be late for the block party either. I'm sure you've got to get your performers ready." Carson said.
"Eh, I'll let their managers handle it." Cappie said, flipping one of the crates back over. "I do have to get my band ready though."
"Can't wait to hear them." Carson smiled.
He bent down to pick up a few photos, and that's when Cappie noticed something a little peculiar.
"You know out of all the clothes you guys kept, I can't find the most important thing." Cappie joked.
Knowing exactly what Cappie meant, Carson tried to downplay it as much as possible.
"Oh, I'm sure if it's that important it's around here somewhere."
Cappie laughed as he walked up behind Carson.
"I think I found them!" Cappie said in sing-song, lifting Carson up and giving him the worst wedgie of his life.
"Ow damn it! What the hell is wrong with you dude!" Carson yelled, half laughing, trying to pull the wedgie out.
"The real question is, why are you wearing my boxers?" Cappie asked.
"They're not yours." Carson tried lying.
"Yeah because everybody has a pair of boxers with my name on their ass." Cappie said.
"It's possible." Carson smiled, continuing to pick up pictures.
Cappie laughed as immediately put him in a headlock and gave him a noogie. "Oh you'd like that wouldn't you."
Carson laughed along as he tried to break from Cappie's grasp. When he finally did, he almost knocked over an entire shelf of precious Kappa Tau artifacts.
"Dude, be careful. We don't want to trash any of this stuff." Carson chuckled, trying to stay focused on the task at hand.
"Hey, it's mine, so I can do what I want with it." Cappie said. He was still surprised they kept all of his stuff, and actually, he was happy they did. Even if he couldn't enjoy them the way he used to, he was glad a new generation of KT's could.
