Page 677 of Filthy Elites

Adrian winked at two girls who were openly checking him out. If they were still there in a little while, he might bring both back to his place. He continued across the room toward the kitchen. Three guys and a bunch of females were standing around two kegs.

“Want a beer, Adrian?” Kevin called out from behind the kegs. He had a stack of red plastic cups next to him.

“I don’t drink shit beer.” Adrian knew they offered up the crappiest light beer to those who didn’t know better. The good stuff was usually in the pantry off the kitchen and that was exactly where he was heading.

Every time Adrian came to a party at Phi Delta, he was always amazed at how nice the place was. A couple of the guys had gotten together to purchase the old Victorian and had the whole place renovated. Polished hardwood floors, ornate chair rail, crown molding, and natural stone in the kitchen, pantry, and bathrooms were just some of the features.

What was even more surprising was how clean and maintained they kept it. With parties nearly every night, they had to have one heck of a cleaning service.

A guy named Rob gave him a chin lift. “Follow me, brother.”

Adrian held out his fist and waited for Rob to bump it. “Definitely need a drink tonight.”

“Figured I’d see you soon with all the trouble your buddies have gotten into.” Rob by-passed the kitchen and opened a door at the end of the hallway.

Adrian grinned when he realized it was the den that was normally reserved for the guys living in the house. “Thanks, man.”

“No problem.” Rob walked behind the bar that took up most of the back wall and poured two large glasses of whiskey. At a bar, it would probably be at least a triple.

Adrian accepted the dark, amber liquid with pleasure. The first sip burned its way down, but Adrian welcomed the sensation. After a few more mouthfuls, he wouldn’t feel it so much.

Rob reached down, selected a bottle that was only half full and handed it to Adrian. “I think you’ll need this.”

Adrian smirked and eyed the bottle. That would be just enough to wipe out any thought of his crappy day. “What are you going to drink?”

Rob laughed. “That’s all yours. I’ve got more where that came from. I figured you might want to take it out to the back patio.”

Adrian grinned. They had set up the patio as a dance floor that the sorority girls used to attract guys. They had a theory that a male who could dance was good in bed. He had no idea about anyone else, but he could move on and off the dance floor. “Good idea.”

“Thought so. There’s a tight, white mini skirt calling my name. I need to go claim her.” Rob strolled out the door with his near-empty glass.

Adrian tipped his tumbler back, gulped down the rest of the alcohol, and set it down. He didn’t need a glass when he could drink right from the bottle.

When he stepped outside, the small dance floor was crowded with scantily clad females enjoying the loud music. Adrian surveyed his selection, watching the fluid motion of their bodies, zeroing in on a tall blond in a very short black skirt that barely covered her deliciously round ass. And man could she shake it.

He watched as she rolled her hips. The girl could move, which if Adrian reversed the ladies’ logic, meant she would probably be good in bed.

Adrian put the bottle to his lips and took a big swig before striding onto the dance floor. A few girls rubbed up against him as he made his way toward the blond. If he hadn’t singled her out, he would have enjoyed their attention.

The blond had her arms up in the air and had just spun around when Adrian came up behind her. She stepped back against him, rubbing her ass into the front of his jeans, grinding against him as she swayed to the pulsing beat of the music. Adrian snaked an arm around her waist as he matched her motions.

She turned in his arms, reaching for the bottle, but he held it back from her. “You have to earn it.”

Desire and determination lit her eyes as she rubbed even harder against him, running her hands all over his chest. She leaned in and kissed his neck, nipping it before whispering in his ear. “Let’s get out of here.”

Adrian was almost disappointed in how easy she made it. He normally liked a bit of a challenge, but she could be worth a night of fun. “I’m not ready to leave yet.”

She pouted and reached for the bottle again. Adrian sighed but lifted the whiskey toward her lips and poured a little in her mouth. She went wild and he knew she would be up for whatever he had in mind.

Adrian took several mouthfuls and just as he knew would happen, it went down smooth and without even the slightest burn. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her hard and fast as he became blissfully numb.

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Adrian groanedas his eyes slid open. He rubbed the grit from them as he tried to remember what had happened the night before. After his unsuccessful attempt at clearing his head by taking out his scull boat, he decided a drink might help. He recalled going to Phi Delta and dancing, but the rest of the night was a blur.

The bed he had woken up in was not his own and he had only a vague recollection of dancing with the blond who was asleep next to him. They both had some clothes on, so it must not have been that great of a night. If he had to guess, they had gone back to her room to have some more fun but passed out before the good stuff began.

He slipped from the bed and winced from the dizziness and slight nausea the movement caused. Two empty bottles of Jack Daniels littered the floor and a raging headache showed just how much they had consumed.

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