The Basement
“This party is going to be epic, really one to remember,” said Brad, leaning back in his crackling wicker chair. He and his three roommates wiled away the afternoon on the porch of their rented brick house. The house, battered and worn from years of hard use by college students such as them, lay tucked away in a leafy residential neighborhood about a mile from campus. Brad pushed his long, black hair from his eyes and crossed a sandaled foot over his knee. “How many kegs did you say we could afford so far, Birdman?” Birdman stretched his long, lanky legs out from the...
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