Who: Tyler and Liv What: Liv's on frat boy brains. Tyler's always on frat boy brains. Where: A frat house party When: End of July Rating/Warning: Kegstands and beer pong and flip cup, oh my (aka, none) Status: Complete
With no more dead bodies to autopsy Liv headed out for the day. She was in the mood for a party. Not at a bar this time. No she wanted a real party. Like at a fraternity. Even though she had been in a sorority in college she had opted out on most of the parties, choosing to study instead. But now seemed like the perfect night.
Liv headed over to the nearest campus which happened to be UC Irvine, walking around till she heard loud music, the smell of beer and puke in the air. Seemed about right. Liv confidently walked into the party heading straight for the keg.
While Tyler had lived in a frat house in Duke, he had opted out of joining a frat back at UCI, and instead had his own studio apartment which he really prefered. He enjoyed the extra privacy, both so he could have nights at home with his girlfriend that didn’t involve his frat brother’s cracking crude jokes all the time, and so that people wouldn’t figure out he was a werewolf.
That didn’t mean that hadn’t made friends with a number of frat boys. For one, he was a football team that was practically crawling with them. And he could party harder than nearly all of them.
“Forty-one! Forty-two! Forty-three!” There was a circle of people standing around the keg. Tyler himself was standing on his hands, unsupported, above the keg, while someone else was holding the spout to his mouth. “Forty-four! Forty-five!” While Tyler could go longer - his werewolf strength made standing on his hands a rather easy feat - he didn’t want to show off too much. Besides, he was definitely starting to feel the alcohol. He shook his head and his friend stopped pumping beer into his mouth, and then let himself down to the cheers and back pats of his fellows.
Liv raised a brow, impressed with the guy doing the keg stand. She participated in the back pats because why the hell not? This was also another experience she missed out on in her college days.
“My turn,” Liv said confidently climbing onto the stand herself and flipping upside down onto her hands. “You want to help a girl out?” she asked the guy that had just been on top the keg.
Tyler grinned at the pale girl that climbed up on the keg stand, impressed by her spunk. Part of him wondered if she was some kind of cheerleader given the ease of which she hoisted herself onto her hands, but quickly disregarded that idea just by getting a look at her.
“You might want someone to hold your legs,” Tyler said, preparing the spout. “It’s not as easy as I made it look.”
“I got it,” Liv said winking at the guy. “Just hold the pump for me.” Although she had a feeling she could do this one handed and hold the pump herself. But it probably wasn’t the best idea to draw that much attention to her supernatural strength.
Tyler’s eyebrows rose, partially amused, but if she wanted to go for it, she wanted to go for it. He put the spout in her mouth, and opened the hatch. “One! Two! Three!” he, and the other frat boys, started chanting.
Liv gulped down the beer shaking her head once they got to thirty-eight. She could have gone longer too, showed up the guy. But he was nice enough to help her and she didn’t want to look too suspicious. One he stopped pumping she flipped back over feet landing on the ground. “Told you,” she said with a grin.
“Bravo,” Tyler said, clapping twice. “You had me worried there for a minute.” If she’d beat his time, well, he might have had to do it all over again, and there was only so many times a guy could handstand on a keg and chug back beer before it became suspicious. “You new around here? I feel like I’d remember you.”
“Been here a few months,” she replied with a grin. Which was true. She had been in the area a few months. Just not college. But whatever this dude didn’t need to know about that. “Figured it was time to check out some of the frats.” Also true.
“Well, you picked a good frat to crash,” Tyler said, grinning. He grabbed a couple of red solo cups and filled them from the same keg they’d just been standing on, then offered one to Liv. “You any good at flip cup? Our team could use a forth. Jason disappeared a while ago. I think he’s off being sick someplace.”
“Never played before,” she replied honestly. “But I can give it a try,” she shrugged her shoulders casually although she was really excited to try it out. “I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it,” she added taking a sip of the beer the guy handed her. “If you’re cool with having a newbie on your team?” she raised a brow challengingly. If her keg standing skills were anything to go off of she might just be good a flip cup too. Though that was more coordination and reflex than strength but still.
“Everyone’s got to start somewhere,” Tyler said, leading her through the frat house toward the flip cup table. He was a little surprised that someone who could pull off such a great keg stand had never played flip cup before, but he was willing to give her a shot on that skill alone. “It’s not too hard, really. You’ll probably do fine.” And if not, well, the other guys would be there to pick up the slack.
Once he made it to the table, he waved. “Got us a teammate,” he said, gesturing to Liv. The other guys, clearly on the football team, gave Liv an incredulous glance, then looked at Tyler as if to say ‘don’t blow this just because you’re trying to pick up some chick.’ “You should have seen her keg stand,” he said to head off any arguments before they began. “Almost as impressive as mine.”
“Sup?” Liv said nodding at the guys. She was no dummy she saw the looks they gave her and then Tyler. “Next time I’ll make it past forty.” And she would. She could show off a bit. But for now flip cup. “So how’s this go? You just drink and then flip the cup over?” Seemed simple enough.
Tyler winced internally at her question, while his teammates gave him an exasperated look and wandered off to claim the table next. Tyler had never attempted to pick up a girl by asking her to playing flip cup before (well, not since he’d come home from Duke, at least), and he certainly wasn’t doing that now, but there’d been enough guys who had and it nearly always ended in crushing defeat, with everyone on the other team finishing their round while the girl kept struggling with her cup.
But Tyler had a good feeling about Liv. Keg stands and flip cup were different, but she could obviously drink fast and had some kind of dexterity in order to stand unaided on the keg. And if she’d already chugged beer for over 30 seconds upside down, she was probably loose enough to not put too much force into her cup. “Yeah, real simple. Chug back the beer, put the cup on the edge of the table, and flip. I’ve always found it easiest if you use these two fingers,” he said, curving his index and middle finger as if he was about to flip an invisible cup.
As Tyler made the motion with his fingers Liv zoned out. Well not exactly. She had a vision but to anyone looking at her it probably just looked like she was staring off into space. She didn’t see much just what looked like her own hand (but was actually the dead guys) flicking a cup over. Alright. She could do this.
“Got it,” Liv said when she was back in the present. She chugged the beer she already had then walked over to the table. Once one of the guys yelled out go she picked up another cup, chugging it. Then set it on the edge of the table and flick. The cup flipped on the first try. “Boom!” Next person’s turn.
Not expecting her to get it on her first try, the next guy in line wasn’t prepared. He scrambled for his drink, but it took him three tries before he finally managed to flip the cup. The next guy and Tyler both got it in one, though they were still seconds behind the other team. While the opposing team cheered, the guy standing next to the guy who had screwed up punched him in the arm.
Tyler moved to give Liv a high five. “Nice flip,” he paused, realizing he hadn’t actually gotten her name yet. Or he’d forgotten it. He was starting to feel a little tipsy. “Brah.”
“Thanks, man,” Liv said quite proud of herself as she high fived the keg stand guy. Her first keg stand and game up flip cup had indeed been a success. Why the hell hadn’t she participated when she was in college?
“Tyler, by the way,” Tyler said, grinning. Really, frat parties and football were the only reason he was still in college in the first place. A college experience that didn’t involve keg stands seemed like a waste to him. “I don’t think I caught your name.”
“Liv,” no way was she going to say Olivia. For one she didn’t go by that and yes sometimes she would introduce herself as Olivia and insist that people call her Liv. But a frat party was not the place for formal names. “You go here?”
“Yeah,” Tyler said. “Just transferred over last year from Duke, actually,” he said. “Kinesiology,” because that was always the next question when you were talking to college kids. “What about you?” He eyed her critically for a moment. The pale hair, the dark eyes. Definitely an artsy type. “Fine arts?” Theatre, maybe. Those theatre kids could drink.
“You want to be a massage therapist or something?” But then she almost laughed at the suggestion of her in fine arts. “Not exactly,” Liv replied debating just how honest she needed to be. This was a frat party after all. “I’m not in college. Missed the whole party experience when I was, figured I’d check it out now.”
Tyler laughed. “Oh god no. Touching gross old dudes is not my idea of a good time.” Of course, if he could exclusively massage cheerleaders it might not be so bad, but he doubted Blossom would approve. “I’ve been leaning toward personal trainer.” He raised his eyebrows in surprise at her admission of being done college. “Better late than never,” he said, raising his red solo cup for a cheers.
Not that Liv really knew the guy, but personal trainer did seem to fit him. Liv raised her own cup to his. “My thoughts exactly,” she said then downed the rest of her beer.