The club was packed to the brim as Dave made his way to the bar at the back of the room.




He had just finished a particularly invigorating dancing session. Some drunk girl had spent the last ten minutes grinding against him, and he couldn’t say he minded. He had gone nearly a month without getting laid, and the dry spell was grinding on him in a much less pleasant manner.

It had been a good day for Brandon.

 



When he tried out for Weston University's elite swim team, he knew it was a long shot. Later on, when it was revealed only a single freshman had made the cut, he was sure he was in for an entire year of longingly watching swim meets and practicing alone in the college pool before classes. So, imagine his surprise when the list was published with his name