As usual for mid-afternoon, my call woke him up.
“Yeah?”
“Pi Alpha Rho, impromptu kegger, dude.”
“… Really? Dude, their last one of those was like a… 4.7! I’ll
see you at Triple Sigma’s pool party after I finish sleeping, their last one
was a total 8.4.”
While waiting for the bass to stop dropping, my curiosity finally
bubbled over.”
“How the hell do you score these things anyway?”
He snorted.
“Easy dude, take last night, was a 7.9.”
He hung up, then sent me a text of the girl sleeping in his
bed.
I’d have scored her 6.3 myself…
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