Welcome to Gaia! ::

:::She starts laughing along when she sees Aimee trying to assult someone nearly three times her size, and the way Max could so closely mimic Aimee's voice. She looked at Luke, giggling:::

He sounds just like her..!

*Aimee looked to Cora, united they stand.* Ready to get him? One, two three!

*Aimee whaps him as lightly as before.*

I put on my makeup-- *Max's gruff voice comes out as Cora starts to whap him.* Whoa, easy, easy. *pulls back the arm of his t-shirt* Don't make me pull out these guns.

*Max laughs, flirting.* Oh, I BET you would.

*Max’s eyebrow went up and he smiled at what Cora said. He follows quickly after her, intent on making conversation and impressing Luke’s cousin.

After leaving the mall, they pile into Luke’s car and they pick up the grill. With some creative organizing, they are able to put the grill in the backseat. Cora sat up front, while Aimee sat on Max’s lap in the back.

They reach the apartment, where Chuck has finished his article and is ready to start his weekend. Aimee was right. Under their friends’ radar, Luke and Max have been planning something. While they were at Sear’s, Luke and Max called their frat brothers, any local students, and the liquor store - and set up a party at Alpha Cappa Sigma.

The next couple hours were a blur. Max took the grill to the frat house. Aimee, Luke, Chuck, and Cora went to pick up the keg, while the pledges went grocery shopping for the house. The new BBQ is christened, while the old one that Mike threw off the 2nd floor, is given a fond farewell alongside the curb.

From there, all is chaos. From Aimee taking pictures and taping the sequence of events with her video camera - to Luke and Max teaching Cora to play beer pong - to Chuck proclaiming himself Thelonious Lord of the Dance, when he finds a plastic ivy crown that fits perfectly on his head, the night proceeds with much drunken debauchery.

At 4 a.m. after what is either their 10th or 11th game of flip cup, Luke, Cora, Aimee, Chuck, and Max head back to the apartment. It is quite a walk, and they stumble back down in the middle of a back road. Though there is no sign of traffic coming, they are definitely walking (more or less) along the dotted yellow lines. This fazes none of them.

Luke and Thelonious Lord of the Dance prop each other up and walk ahead, while behind them Max walks with his arms around Aimee and Cora’s waists.*

Luke is singing something is a loud, terrible voice. “Hey! I say Hey! Baby I got yo' money! Don't you worry!"

Chuck is snickering. His face is bright red, and the ivy crown is propped atop his head proudly. He’s making the snare drum noise, but he can’t keep up with it. “We’re DRUNK!”

Luke stumbles and Chuck barely catches him. “Whoa, whoa." Luke says. "Okay, okay…”

Chuck walks more carefully. “What’s that song?” He’s snickering. “That song you were singing the other day? About being an alcoholic?”

Luke takes a deep breath. It was part of a new rap song he likes. “Call it what you want to call it. I’m a ********’ alcoholic.”

Chuck joins in, remembering now. “Bring it if you really want it. Ain’t gotta put no extras on it.”

...In looo-ooow places.

*Aimee pointed a finger at Cora, waggling it drunkenly as she said.* I need to inform you ... that you are moving from Canada. Starting tomorrow, you're living in Phildelphia.

*Though Cora doesn't protest, Aimee says.* I will hear no protesting! The matter is final! We will begin packing as soon as ... *Aimee stumbles a little* EEP! *Thankfully, Max catches her.* As soon as we know.... *looks around* Where we are.

But the matter is final!

:::Cora, in the haze... realizes she doesn't know what any of those things are, except for 'cop'... but what was a horse?:::

I've never- I've never been on a horse before...