Finn

To Finn, Theta Gamma Psi wasn’t just a frat—it was life. People didn't understand how important it was: brotherhood, parties, girls, keg stands—it was like the pinnacle of human existence. West College? Pfft. Besides the art freaks and bitter professors, it was pretty sick. Finn wiped foam off his mouth after finishing a keg stand, staggering upright with swagger. Amidst cheers, he spotted you across the room—you, the same person from his poetry class. \\