University was supposed to be an experience, and Liselle fully intended to get as much out of it as she possibly could. Growing up in a small town with a bunch of socially and culturally backwards lot had made her resentful of her upbringing, but also gave her a great hope when she was accepted into the large university institute in the city next to her home town. Well, maybe "city next to" wasn't exactly accurate, but it was more like several cities next to, and plus a few country miles to go along with it. These were the thoughts going through Liselle's head as she sauntered, with as much confidence as she could muster, up to the Greek house booths set up at the student union building.
Since no one else managed to make it out of her home town in her year except for herself, Liselle was going at this alone, and she was somewhat apprehensive about what to expect. Act normal and be confident was the sole advice her mother could give her, and she already had that in place at full power. Sage, sage advice. Find some friends early and quickly, and make them like you, so that you have someone to rely on when we're not around, her dad said. The easiest way to do this, in Liselle's mind, was to find some kind of group or club to join. She reasoned that the activities of the group would help her bond with a bunch of people, and there was no better way to do this than to join a sorority. She knew that sororities sometimes had a notorious reputation for drinking and parties, and didn't exactly have the perfect reputation as a place for studying (Liselle's scholarship stated that her GPA must remain at an acceptable level throughout her career there for full funding), but she can make due. Reducing the amount of effort to find friends would help make up the cost for escaping to the library to study on late nights. It couldn't be that bad, right? What's the worst a bunch of silly girls can do at university when you bunch them all together?
As she walked down the aisle inside the low, brick building that had served for over 100 years as the student union building here (this was stated rather proudly on a garish plaque at the front door), people milled about excitedly, and club booths full of reps shouted and laughed, waving awkwardly hand-drawn signs around proclaiming their greatness. She stopped at the chess club, briefly considered joining it, but decided to pass it up at the last moment. Her proficiency at chess had been gained via her regular opponent and the only undefeated champion to have retired at her high school, i.e. her dad, and so she wasn't too shabby, considering that Liselle and her dad regularly traded games. However, one look at the guys leering openly at her behind the booth told her that it wasn't going to be a good idea. She pouted a bit as she considered how much she missed chess with her dad already.
Liselle looked around her, trying to orient herself towards the Greek houses. Down past the karate club and the cheerleader booth, she saw a sign with several Greek letters. Alpha-beta-theta. Simple but effective, she thought. It took her a couple of minutes to dodge all the hustle and bustle to finally make it to the sign. Someone to her left made a whistling noise, and when she turned she saw a bunch of guys at the karate booth winking and waving her over. She smiled briefly at them, fluttering her eyelashes, then turned and continued walking past. "Come back, red!" one of them called. The sigh of disappointment from the guy's booth was followed immediately by scornful looks from the cheerleaders, directed at both Liselle and the boys to their right. Oh well, you can't please everyone, she thought as she giggled to herself.
Around the corner to the sign stood the booths for the Greek houses. The men's and the women's sections were separated neatly down the middle of the aisle, and Liselle walked by, slow enough to take in the people and what they had to offer, but not slow enough to warrant being called over just yet. Most of the booths had girls dolled up to the max, low cut shirts and short shorts clung to every possible curve of their bodies as they dance back and forth, more concerned about the attention they were getting from the Greek guys than the passersby. The guys, in turn, puffed out their chests and flexed their biceps at every opportunity, turning this way and that to display the best possible angle for their muscular bodies. And not a single thought worth having passed between those two sides, Liselle thought ruefully. She could practically see the balls of cotton overflowing out of their brains and hanging out of their ears. This was turning out to be worse than expected.
Apparently some guys did take notice of passersby, or more specifically Liselle who was passing by, and a brunette boy that was thick as a tree trunk with veiny arms and a huge neck to match called out to her. "Hey freckles, want to come to a party tonight? Psi-phi-thai house, 8 o'clock tonight!" His eyes looked on approvingly as he took in her long, lean figure, and he flexed his arms to the effect of inflating and deflating a pair of large balloons, his goofy grin displaying a set of teeth with a gap in the front. Liselle waved as though she knew he was talking to her, but couldn't hear what he said, and continued down. "Damn, would you look at those long legs, I would spread 'em wide and-" he murmured, making a thrusting motion with his hips to the laughter of his friends. Just then, a girl two booths down and across from the psi-phi-thai guy came up to the beefy one, and pointing an accusing finger in his face, demanded, "Who the hell was that?" The girl was about 5" 1', but the vicious snarl on her face and the way she stood over the big guy made him cower like a kitten to a lioness. "Nobody, baby, she was nobody..." was the last of the conversation Liselle heard. His buddies stopped laughing at that point.
Liselle took her rounds dutifully, looking this way and that, trying to absorb the good and the bad from each of the houses. At the end of about 30 minutes, she had come to the disappointing conclusion that all the houses were simply inadequate. Most of the girls there actually reacted with a bit of hostility when she came up to ask some questions, and all the while the guys wouldn't stop gawking at her, which just made the whole situation worse. She was about to give up on the whole enterprise when she noticed one last booth sitting in the corner at the far end of the aisle. She must have passed it the first time she went around, but because their signs were small and not as ostentatious as the others, she must have missed it. Three girls were sitting there, waiting patiently for newcomers. As she approached, Liselle noted that although all the girls were quite pretty, the girl in the middle was an astonishing, raven haired beauty. Her luscious dark hair tumbled down her back in waves, somewhere halfway between straight and curly. The girl's eye lashes were long and carefully applied with mascara, accentuating her soft, crystal clear blue eyes, and her lips were touched with a hint of light lipstick. The dark hue of her hair made her marble white skin absolutely glow. She was tall like Liselle, but at the same time, she had womanly curves that exclaimed she was a real woman, unlike the skeletal scrawniness of supermodels.
On either side of her sat a pair of blonde girls who, although they seemed to be trying very hard to appear as though they were twins, to an observant eye there were clear differences between the two. They both had dark brown eyes, cute button noses, and full, plump lips. They both probably wore D cups, and they were both of average height, somewhere around 5"6'. However, the one on the left had a face like that of a movie star, striking in the boldness of her facial structure and features, while the one on the right had a more innocent, girlish look to her that made her appear more adorable than sexy. Without even realizing it, Liselle was checking out this oddly matched trio who didn't seem to be going through the motions the other Greek houses were. This intrigued her.
The girl with the dark hair and pale complexion stood. "Hi, I'm Danny, and this is Jenny and Jenna," she said, pointing to the two girls with her. "I noticed that you were looking at the other houses, but maybe they don't have what you're looking for?" Even her voice had a warm, musical quality to it, which was framed by a light accent of foreign quality that Liselle couldn't pin point.
"Too much fighting and not enough loving between all those girls," Liselle said as a way of explanation. She saw Danny's lips twitch into a small smile, as though she was sharing a secret between herself and Liselle. For some reason, the look Danny was giving her made her heart tense for just a second, and she felt a slow blush rising up her cheeks. "My name is Liselle, by the way," she said quickly, trying to recover from the oddly intimate moment she was sharing with Danny.
