Gunner Williams~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What was the most important thing about being a student at Yale? Was it studying to get that fantastic, respected degree which would guarantee you a place amongst the ridiculously wealthy of the world and bring all the recognition your craved? Of course it wasn’t. Was it making contacts in order to make it that much easier for you to get into the business you wanted once you left? A very useful point of course but it wasn’t the most important by far. No, the most important thing about being at Yale was something else entirely, and it was something Gunner Williams knew everything about... PARTIES!
Sparks flew, lighting up the smoky workshop with an atmosphere of magic. The noise was deafening as students worked away on their own projects, making use of the many machines provided by the universities excellent facilities. One figure, dressing in navy overalls, was leaning over some sort of metal contraption, torturing it with a blow torch, surrounded by several of his peers who looked on with the expressions of naughty school boys, their eyes darting around nervously. Their ringleader wore a mask to protect himself from the hot sparks which had burnt little circular scars up his naked wrists.
“Gun, he’s coming back!” One of the men twisted round with an urgent whisper, grabbing the rebels shoulder to make sure he got the message.
“Two seconds!” Gunner called back, not watching the volume of his voice, he didn’t need to, it barely carried a metre through the busy workshop.
“Gunner!” His friends warned, their tones excited but pressing. Suddenly there was a loud clang as the metal Gunner had been working on buckled and broke in two, leaving a twisted stubs where they had once formed back of a machine.
“Go! Go!” Gunner ordered, throwing off the mask, the men all turned and ran through the workshop, their unruly laughter betraying their crime.
Gunner joined in with the lively sniggering as he got back to his work station, doubling over in his amusement. His back was thumped by his brothers as they congratulated him on his felony. The victim would not accuse them; he wasn’t even privileged to be in a fraternity. He had brought the punishment on himself for crashing one of Alpha Delta Phi’s
private parties. He’d been recognised and as a result his project for the year now lay in ruin, it would take him precious weeks to repair.
The deed reminded Gunner of his younger years... well in actual fact not much had changed since then. He still threw his weight around, he still somehow achieved popularity despite his behaviour, he still got into fights, the only difference now was that he had a cause to fight for, his precious fraternity. No one was more dedicated than him and he took his role very seriously. Thanks to him the frat always had something going on, nights out or house parties or friendly sports. He worked with all the sorority chairs to get his brothers together with the women as well as grudgingly organising competitive events with the other fraternities.
It was this he was thinking about as he strolled out of the class amongst his friends, talking about the night out he was planning. They planned to call in at all the usual haunts, but what the event was missing were the women and some sort of theme. However it was at that moment that Gunner’s phone rang, the R&B tune breaking through the conversation devoid of manners. He dug in his pocket, pulling out the smart little phone he’d had to save up for. He wasn’t blessed with the riches of the majority of his friend. He checked it wasn’t some whiney girl ringing him because he hadn’t called her back then hit the answer button with a grin, raising the phone to his ear.
“Howdy gorgeous, changed you mind about that date?” He asked, his voice full of his usual arrogance and cheek as he addressed one of his best friends, who was surprisingly a female. His friends grinned at him, they all knew he had a girlfriend; however they knew him well enough to know that meant next to nothing in Gunner’s books. Not that he was going to have any luck with Joey Thompson, he’d been trying to sleep with her for years and although they had dated for a short time she has made it clear she wasn’t letting him have that privilege.
“Actually I need to talk to you, I’m organising a night out for the Alpha Delts, wanna get in on it?” A chorus of catcalls echoed from his brothers as they realised he must be talking to one of the sorority socialites. Gunner grinned, knowing they would be heard down the phone, “Don’t get too excited guys, it’s just Pi Phi.” His teasing remark was met with mock groans, who said Yale men were more mature?
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Listening to: I Gotta Feeling - Black Eyed Peas
Threads: Bad boy
Comment(s): Don't mess with this! 
