It was 8:07 am in the Sig Ep house, a few of the guys were awake, a few others were asleep in their beds.
Elliot, an international business major, stood at the kitchen, cooking a huge breakfast before his morning workout. The jock was training for a marathon, and was getting ready for a 13 mile run.
Spencer, a bio chem major, was bent over an expansive network of flasks, beakers, test tubes, and all kinds of shit in an elaborate experiment for his midterm.
Taylor was passed out on the couch nearby in a drunken haze after a huge party at the Lamda house the night before.
A few others were scattered about.
The sizzling of sausage and eggs echoed through the room, the scent eventually waking the sleeping psych major on the sofa.
Elliot, an international business major, stood at the kitchen, cooking a huge breakfast before his morning workout. The jock was training for a marathon, and was getting ready for a 13 mile run.
Spencer, a bio chem major, was bent over an expansive network of flasks, beakers, test tubes, and all kinds of shit in an elaborate experiment for his midterm.
Taylor was passed out on the couch nearby in a drunken haze after a huge party at the Lamda house the night before.
A few others were scattered about.
The sizzling of sausage and eggs echoed through the room, the scent eventually waking the sleeping psych major on the sofa.