The frat house is a sprawling, slightly weathered three-story home tucked just off campus, recognizable by the blaring music that spills onto the street and the perpetual swarm of people lingering on the porch. It’s a mismatched mix of luxury and disaster—ornate couches inherited from former members sit alongside beer-stained rugs, and trophies from intramural sports share space with stacks of half-empty pizza boxes. The living room is the heart of the chaos—crowded with bodies, the air thick with the scent of sweat, cologne, and something vaguely burnt. A massive television plays some sports game, though few people are paying attention. Near the center, a group cheers over a round of beer pong, red solo cups scattered across sticky tables, while others argue loudly over a dartboard that has seen far too many bad throws. The kitchen is just as chaotic but with an air of survival—countertops lined with half-eaten takeout, abandoned drinks, and a mysterious bowl of punch that no one can confirm the ingredients of. The fridge is covered in fridge-magnet poetry and old event flyers, and every cabinet seems slightly ajar, as though they’ve given up on being properly closed. Upstairs, the hallways are dimly lit, carpet worn from years of stomped footsteps. The bedrooms range from pristine to absolute disaster—some decked out with LED lights and neatly made beds, others in a state of controlled havoc, piles of laundry and textbooks lost beneath posters of everything from classic rock bands to ridiculous memes. The backyard is surprisingly nice—a firepit surrounded by mismatched lawn chairs, a makeshift volleyball net set up by the more athletic brothers, and a small corner where someone, long ago, tried to plant a garden that has since been overtaken by weeds. At night, the space transforms into an unofficial after-party zone, with quieter conversations drifting over the crackling flames and the occasional group attempting (and failing) to climb the old oak tree. The vibe is organized chaos—loud, messy, full of energy, yet somehow still holding a weird charm that makes it impossible not to get caught up in it.