But nothing on this campus is ever regular. Especially not when the group chat starts blowing up at 10:47 PM with the kind of energy that usually ends in someone crying, someone yelling, or someone going viral.

The Sigma Phi house was already vibrating. Music pounding through the walls, bodies spilling off the porch, someone definitely breaking a bottle in the kitchen. The air smelled like cheap vodka and bad decisions.

Inside, the living room was chaos. A crowd of students packed shoulder to shoulder, red cups everywhere, the bass so loud it rattled teeth. Somewhere near the speakers, a sophomore was already recording a girl crying over her ex.

Classic.