you're just a daydream away.

Penny hadn't been to many parties in her life, let alone a frat party, but this one was exactly as she would have guessed. The house was practically shaking with how loud the music was, and people were packed on the front lawn and chatting away. She hadn't even set foot in the door and she could already tell it was going to be wild.

Truthfully Penny didn't even know why she had agreed to accompany her friend to the party, but she figured, if nothing else, it was going to be good life experience.

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Harry was already in the frat house, filling up drinks and laughing with his friends. It seemed that he'd become the designated bartender for the past half an hour, but he didn't mind it just yet. When it started getting annoying, he'd find an easy way out of it. He was good at talking his way out of things.

Cora felt good. She had a drink in her hand had had just been previously dancing with a pretty good looking guy just a few minutes ago. Fraternities were good. They had cute boys and amazing parties that Cora could have fun at. When she had noticed she had drank the rest of whatever had been in her cup, she made her way over to the boy she had seen a few times at parties and just around campus in general, handing out drinks. "Hiya, Curls, mind fillin' me up?" she asked sweetly, obviously a little tipsy. Cora could handle herself though, she was a big girl and knew when it was time to stop. Now just wasn't the time. She couldn't remember the curly haired lad's name, but she knew she had at least one class with him. Harry! That's what his name was. Still, Cora decided she would continue to call him Curls.

Liam ran a hand back through his hair, walking through the house. He doubted he would still have his hearing by the time morning came around, but he really wouldn't mind it too much. Everyone was having fun, or so it looked that way, and that was all that really mattered to him. "Shit, sorry," he apologised when he bumped into a girl, spilling a bit of his drink on her when he did so. "You okay?" he asked her, wanting to make sure he hadn't managed to harm the girl in any way. That would definitely suck if he had, but he would somehow help her out and make up for it, if he had.

Penny didn't even realize what had happened until she felt how wet and cold her shirt was, and it was only then that she noticed the handsome guy in front of her who was apologizing profusely. She didn't think she had ever seen him before that moment, but she certainly wished she had. He was possibly the most good looking guy she'd ever seen on campus.

When she realized she had been staring at him a little too long, she quickly cleared her throat and ran her hand over her stained shirt, while softly nodding her head. "Yeah, I'm fine." She paused, noticing that the stain was probably not going to come out. "I didn't really like this shirt anyway."

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"Curls?" Harry laughed, raising his eyebrow at the girl. He recognized her from his morning math class. He always sat in the very back so he could take an occasional nap, while she sat halfway between the back and the front. Unlike when they were in class, now she seemed very drunk, and Harry was certain she didn't need another drink. It was a party, though, and drinks were passed around frivolously, so he poured her a somewhat diluted cup of jungle juice and passed it across the counter to her.

"Now, that's a secret recipe. After you drink that, you can't drink anything else for the rest of the night. If you need a refill, you have to come see me and me only," Harry said, knowing that if someone else poured her a drink they'd put way too much alcohol in it. He didn't know why, but he suddenly wanted to protect the pretty brunette from his math class.

Cora nodded her head, "Yeah, Curls, 'cause yunno, your curly hair," she explained, as if the nickname really needed an explanation. She grinned when he had passed her a cup of something. "Secret, eh?" she took a swig from the cup, humming a little in approval. "Whatever that secret is - I like it." He was good at this whole, making drinks thing. Maybe it was some sort of requirement to be in the frat. Whoever made the best drink got in without any initiation? "How'd you get stuck making drinks?" Cora glanced around, unable to spot anyone more interesting than him, so she would stay there and talk to him for a while. At least until she got bored, after that, she would go off and find someone else to fill her time until she got bored then as well. Curls didn't seem too boring though. He had made her a lovely drink, even if she probably had had enough.

"No, no, I feel horrible," Liam said, shaking his head. "I just ruined your shirt. Here, let me get you a new one, at least for the night?" He couldn't stand the thought of her running around all night in a wet shirt, never mind the actual stain it would leave. "Seriously, you're going to make me feel horrible if you say no." He held his hand out to the beautiful girl. He would just take her up to his room and find the smallest t-shirt that he owned. Then he would find them both a drink and hope that she would still want to stick around after that. Just looking at her, he knew he wanted to know her better.

"Because, like you said, I make the best drinks around." Harry smiled at her as he poured a drink for himself. This girl seemed interesting enough, so he thought he'd drop his drink making duties to talk to her. He stepped away from the counter so no one would approach him and took another step closer to the girl. "My name's Harry, by the way. Curls is my brother."

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Penny thought about saying no and just going home. The party didn't seem that great anyway. But, there was something about this guy that she was so drawn to, and she found herself unable to resist. "That would be lovely, thank you."

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