Charlie
The house is pretty well full, I note to myself as I make my way from the kegs in the sunroom. The sitting room, as Banksie refers to it, has two beer pong tables set up. The living room has been turned into a dance club. The dinning room, however, is where I am headed. I had been filling up my beer cup when Ken had told me to be at the flip cup table in five. Apparently my boys and I were taking on the football team. I smirked to myself as I made my way through the packed house. As long as Jeffie hadn't drank too much, we would win this match hands down. I also knew I would be the anchor, apparently the stellar hand-eye coordination that made me great at hockey took more than a few beers to get out of me.
I had made it through the grindfest that was the living room and was in the front hallway of our house when the front door opened.
"Get that girl off your lap Banksie, the ball and chain is here," I yell jokingly at my best friend, who had just been innocently talking to Clarkson in the next room, shooting Sarah a smile. She rolls her eyes and smiles back at me.
"Good to see you too Cap," she says, standing on her tip toes to kiss my cheek. Banksie emerges from the dinning room, a huge smile on his face. I personally adore Sarah. She is a sweetheart who made a great addition to my group of friends, but even if I thought she was a total bitch, the fact that she could make Banksie smile like that just by walking in the room would make me love her.
"Hey," Adam says to his fiancé, kissing her quickly on the lips. He leads her back into the dinning room, whispering in her ear, causing the curly haired blond to giggle and blush.
"Sometimes they are so cute, I want to vomit," Connie says before giving me a hug.
"Because you and Guy never make us feel awkward with your PDAs," I respond, hugging her back.
"He goes to school in Kentucky, so sue me if I want to touch him when he does come to visit," Connie retorted with mock indignation.
"Yeah, sure. And what was your excuse when you saw him everyday?" I replied with a smile, causing Connie to smack my shoulder. Suddenly, I saw who came in behind Connie. "Con, is that one of your new pledges?"
"Who?" Connie asked confused.
"The blond that is making her way into the dining room," I responded, checking out the nice figure. She was wearing a short blue dress that showed off her amazing legs. The dress wasn't low cut, but a bit of cleavage was peaking out.
"Charlie," Connie said, causing me to refocus on her, "That's Julie. You know, lives across the hall from you, yells about you forgetting to turn off the gas, used to be your goalie?"
"What did you do to her?" I asked, wide eyed, my focus back now on Julie.
"I curled her hair and made her wear something that flattered her figure and wasn't made of denim," Connie responded. She suddenly looked at me, an almost giddy look on her face, "Do you like the dress?"
I shoot her a strange look, "Yeah, its really pretty. Why?"
Her smiled filled her whole face, "I designed it and made it."
"Connie, that's awesome," I said, trying in vain to match Connie's excitement. I knew as a design major that this was a huge step for her, but I was much more interested in looking at my female roommate. I heard Portman yell for me, "Got to go Con. I have to go remind the football team why we have a national championship and they don't."