“I have some grave news for everyone today, this won't be a long meeting because I don't have a whole lot of information, but it has been brought to my attention that a girl was date raped at the last part on Greek Row. With that being said, I want everyone to be vigilant tomorrow night. Not just for yourself, but your fellow sorority sisters.”
“How did you hear about this?” one of the girls asks from the middle of the room.
“It was brought to my attention by the company that is supplying our alcohol and bartenders. They have heard the stories, so they insisted that they supply people to serve the drinks. It's a good call.”
“How do we know they aren't just rumors?”
Zoe looks at me, she is trying to figure out how to tell the girls she knows that it's the truth without outing me, I appreciate it but I decided to put her out of her misery.
“The people bringing the alcohol and supplying the bartenders are friends of mine. Good people that I know very well. They are insisting that they keep an eye out because they don't want to put me in danger. These people are close to my family and even owe my father a favor or two,” I hope that the last part isn't too much information, but I figured the best way to make them trust the guys is to point out that I trust them. For most of the sisters that will be enough.
“And even if they do end up being rumors, is that a risk that any of you want to take? If it turns out to be nothing then okay, but I don't want to risk my safety or any of yours. Until we are told otherwise, we are going to take this as a serious threat.”
“Okay, so what are we doing? I know you have a plan.” Bayleigh asks from where she is standing off to the side.
Bayleigh is Zoe’s VP. She handles stuff when Zoe can’t, and she takes notes of all of the house meetings so that nothing gets forgotten. Normally she doesn't have any questions because they have already gone over everything before the meeting started but with this one being such short notice, I guess they didn't have time.
“I would like to implement a rule that everyone gets their own drinks. You can't send someone for a drink or take one that a guy has offered to get for you. It seems like the easiest way to make sure your drink is safe and not tampered with. I will talk to the bartenders tomorrow when they get here and make sure they know that we are doing this and then they can tell people when they come up to get a drink.”
She goes over a few more things about keeping your drink safe and then we break up for the night. I hope that it will be enough, and tomorrow we can let the other sororities know what we heard without it being a big deal. We can address it the same way that we did here, it might just be a rumor but is that a risk that anyone is willing to take?
Too bad it isn’t a rumor.
7
Finley
“So, I tried to pay the guys that dropped off the alcohol and they refused my money. Told me to tell you that Banks sends his regards and hopes you have fun?” God damn my mother fucking father. If I didn't love him so much, I might give him some new fucking scars with my knife.
“Well, that was nice of him.”I try to say the words without grinding my teeth, but Zoe catches the look on my face.
“Who is Banks? An old flame? Some kind of sugar daddy?” I can't hold back the retching sound and laugh hysterically when Zoe’s eyes get huge.There are not very many things in this world that would make my stomach hurt and cause me to feel like I am going to throw up, but someone referring to my father as a sugar daddy does the trick.
“Neither. Absolutely not. That might be the most horrifying thought I have ever had to have. No,” I don't know what to tell her as far as who Banks is, because I am not fucking telling her that he is my father.
“Well, whoever he is, make sure to tell him that we are grateful and that in the future he has to let us pay him! I haven't been down to meet the bartenders yet but are they going to take my money?” She is flipping through her clothes for the hundredth time, still not finding anything that she wants to wear.
“You can try but probably not. Take some cash and slip it into the tip jar,” I grab her by the hand and pull her out of her room. This has gone on too long.
“Wear the black lace crop, with the high-waisted bell bottoms,” Zoe steps into my closet for the third time today. As my big sister we often share clothes, plus we are the same size and no matter how much I love Raven’s clothes, I can't wear them.
Zoe’s clothes are nicer than mine, more high class but she loves my clothes anyways, she especially loves the few items I have that are not like our typical clothes. There were a few things from my nights out at the club that I just couldn't live without, the black lace crop top is one of them. I also have a few leather options and my leather bike boots in the back. After the last two days and how much I have been thinking about the club and my guys…
No. Not my guys.
Thinking about the guys, I need to feel like myself. I push past Zoe and pull out the light bell bottoms and the top that she should wear and then turn to Raven's side–because we do have the same size feet–and grab her black sequined boots. After Zoe takes them, I pull out my black torn-up skinny jeans, my leather boots, and a leather vest that I keep in the back.
The pants are tight, and I have to do a little dance to get them on, but the top has simple bra clasps down the front. It's tight and thick enough that I don't have to wear a bra which is great because I rarely wear one anyways.
“You look fucking hot!” A few of the sisters stop in the hallway and admire my outfit, I do a little dance and spin around for them.
“I figured since we are going with the whole ‘fuck love’ theme I would match the attitude with my outfit!” I don't bother telling him that this is closer to what I would wear all the time than the things they see me in regularly.
“That is a great idea!” she turns to the girls around her, “Tell everyone, the darker the better, our ‘fuck love’ has just turned into a ‘black heart’ and we need to match the theme.” No one questions it and I hear the words trickling down the hallway and girls step away to change their outfits.
I put on a thick coat of mascara, smudge out some black eyeliner and do a wing sharp enough to kill a man. When I am done, I swipe on my favorite black lipstick–something else I hung onto from home–and head back to my bedroom. There are a few girls still trying to figure out what they are going to wear so I go and get the few dark options I have left and hand them out.I saw Raven leave in a black dress that had lace around the bottom, and a pair of black kitten heels, so I don’t need to go find her to tell her about the sister's theme change.
The music downstairs is already going, but there are only a few sisters and the guys that helped set up down there right now. I haven't been down there since the alcohol was dropped off, Dad sent Tough and a few other patch members–without their cuts–to leave the bar but I don't know who they sent to serve the drinks. I only hope that my father did as I asked and sent someone who isn’t going to tell what they are affiliated with and doesn't have the look of a bad boy biker.