WHO: Apollo, Erato, Melpomene, Urania, open to anyone Apollo might have invited WHEN: Saturday night WHERE:Alpha Pi Omicron, on the corner of 114th Street, opposite Morningside Park (please pretend those low houses next to it are actually taller brownstones, thank you!) WHAT: Are y'all ready to use the word 'party' as a verb? WARNINGS: TBA
The rules had changed since last time he was at university, especially in regard to parties. Apollo was putting together a playlist that was going to absolutely slay when Tanner uttered the phrase "building occupancy limit" within spitting distance of the phrase "Columbia University Fire Marshall." Apollo had to go and sit down. And that was before all of the rules around alcohol.
Still, the upperclassmen had it down pat, by now. Guest lists were the way to do it, protect the house against (as Zeke put it) narks and cops, and everyone that needed it had a fake ID. Which meant Apollo could get on with mixing up the jungle juice, since there was no way in Hades that anyone who attended one of his parties wasn't getting turnt.
That was just bad form, host wise.
All parties in any of the frat houses had to be registered with the Office of Residential Life, too, but that wasn't a problem. If Apollo loved anything, it was announcing himself. He'd already charmed two of the secretaries at the office anyway. Besides the more people who knew about the parties and the more people that weren't allowed in, the more exclusive and anticipatory everything was.
'Archer Goldenhawk the first' had bought the land for an outrageous sum of money when he'd founded the fraternity, and the house itself - set where it was at the end of the row of brownstones occupied by most of the other Columbia fraternities - was a separate, glorious place with balconies and porches and Corinthian Columns and a motherfucking pool out the back. As such, an invite to one of their parties had always been a little bit legendary.
Apollo's boys had all pre-loaded around the alter of the Char-Griller 3001 Grillin' Pro, which had survived its hike back down the mountainside and lived to grill another day. As night fell the guests began piling in through the Vape cloud outside, the dance floor shook with freshmen both dancing and making out against the walls (or in the middle of the the room) and the crowd around the Beer Pong tables thronged.
It was already a good night, and Apollo was doing the rounds, being charming and memorable and hilarious while keeping his eye out for the arrival of his Muses, his sister, and anyone else he'd tried to convince to come.