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She was right. Leaning back like that would hurt your neck. Unless... "Hey, I've got an idea. What if I ditched a couch and just put something like a bed there instead?" He laughed, thinking that might be going just a little bit overboard. And that if he did happen to turn the ceiling into a TV and stick a bed in, he'd never leave the room. Just stay there and rot for the rest of his life. He could certainly cover the back wall in a TV though, and surround it with wrap around couches or something like that.

Thinking about that possbility, Stephan cringed, "Ooh, good point. Definately wouldn't want that." Not that he really had any guy friends around here, but still. When she mentioned the time, he automatically looked up at the wall. Oh, right, he hadn't put his clock up yet. "Really? Doesn't feel like it," he said with a shrug, "But then again I guess I've got enough sleep and caffiene in me to keep me running for a while." Alright, so a bed for a couch was out of the question, and his mother would have shot him for the tacky team garb he wanted to hang around it. "Then I'll just find the biggest flat screen I can and stick it on this back wall. And then... I don't know about the couches." He was pointing at the front wall now, knowing exactly what his mother would have hated, "And I can put my paddles there."

"Sorry, forgot. My frat paddles, they're kind of stupid, but they're pretty important. I have one for each year, and each thing I did for the house. There's about nine of them," he explained, wandering back over to the box-filled room. Disappearing into it for only a few seconds, he wasn't going to lose some of his favorite old memories as easy as clothing, he was bearing a thick wooden paddle engraved with the same three greek letters and the word, "Steps". Turning the handle toward her, he smiled, "This one's my oldest, gave it to be when I got through rush week."

"Yeah, unfortunately I'll remember the nickname that went along with them," he laughed, instantly regretting the comment. She hadn't seemed to noticed it before, so why did he have to point it out? Oh well, at least she couldn't make orders with it like the brothers could. "Some of the others are kind of banged up, I got hit with them a lot, but this one's still in pretty good shape."

"It wasn't so much the name, just that any time they got a new guy to call me Steps I had to go jog up and down the fifteen flights of stairs in the girl's freshman dorm. Didn't get to stop until one of the girls called me Stephan. Kind of a pain in the a**, especially after midnight, but it got me a few phone numbers," he laughed, thinking over that maybe he did have a lot of stories. He just saw them all as normal history, but from an outsider's perspective they did seem kind of odd. "Yeah, but a lot of them aren't exactly things I'd tell my mother," he said, shrugging a bit, "Now my dad, he'd be proud."

Taking the paddle back a bit carelessly, he swung it around a few times, then tossed it onto the couch. "Yeah, that'd be fun. But it might convince a few of the guys to drive out here. They've got some kind of funky radar in their heads about things like that," he warned, not mentioning that he himself had once ditched a week of classes to go raid the home of one of the older brothers. And that one had moved further away then he had. Of course, he'd also called the police, but that had all settled itself out when they fixed it up for him. Some people took things harder than others, and so far, this girl seemed to be fairly light hearted. "So what about you? You've got to have some kind of odd story. Ever get locked out of your room after a shower? Ditch class? Fall out of a tree?"

Having not really been a fan of the band in highschool, or college for that matter, the thought of messing up their routine cracked him up. "That's awesome, wonder why we never thought of anything like that," he said when he managed to stop laughing, "Course our pranks usually involved one of us getting arrested. Or the prank was someone getting arrested. They pulled that one on me once, when I was new there. They told me to break into one of the sororities and steal back our composite, that's our house picture, turned out they'd called the police in advance and hidden the composite in the house. I fell for it too, spent a week in holding before one of them came and bailed me out."