So it was a typical Marg Monday on a Wednesday night.
Got to the mexican restaurant a little late. Annoyed the waiters because we were definitely the last to leave. They had the lights practically turned off and everything.
Had a heart to heart with my FWBs roommate. I’m sad he’s transferring.
Got a call from my FWB at 6 in the morning. “Can you let me in?”
Their brotherhood time started around 9, so between those 9 hours, he was most likely hazed, but we shenaniganned and I didn’t ask further questions. Curiosity is definitely a thing though.