The mutter earned a laugh from Garf, though the guy was pretty high and would probably laugh if someone even looked at him. Teddy definitely didn't hear it, far too focused on amping up the crowd.
The truth was that Teddy lived for this shit. It was the only way he really knew how to be comfortable, how to feel alive. It's why he was the best party planner in California, and (in his opinion) the best frat president in the fucking world. Did England even have fraternities? Did it matter? The guy was old. Not way old in a gross way, just older than the rest. His neighbour's age. Probably all partied out no matter how big a game he talked.
Teddy sees it all the time--alum, mostly, but sometimes the stragglers trying to relive glory days or prove their young. There was a guy having a midlife crisis that came around, and Teddy purposely made sure to pass the literal peace pipe to him for a few rounds, feathers and pakaloco and all before kindly telling him to never come back again. Never let it be said that Theodore R Sanders wasn't a kind and generous host.
This guy, though... He was way more fun. Still missing something, still unable to let something go, but fun. Didn't look half-bad with his shirt off, either. Strong shoulders. Probably make a decent football player. American football, though.
But why the fuck did he care? There was a challenge and this was a party and no matter who won (it would obviously be Teddy, though, because come on) there would be shots and maybe shrooms but just generally a good fucking time. The crowd was interested, too, and he was vaguely aware of Pete taking bets before the two lifted Daniel up on the keg, Teddy flagged them to go, and the whole backyard began to chant loudly as the beer flowed.
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The truth was that Teddy lived for this shit. It was the only way he really knew how to be comfortable, how to feel alive. It's why he was the best party planner in California, and (in his opinion) the best frat president in the fucking world. Did England even have fraternities? Did it matter? The guy was old. Not way old in a gross way, just older than the rest. His neighbour's age. Probably all partied out no matter how big a game he talked.
Teddy sees it all the time--alum, mostly, but sometimes the stragglers trying to relive glory days or prove their young. There was a guy having a midlife crisis that came around, and Teddy purposely made sure to pass the literal peace pipe to him for a few rounds, feathers and pakaloco and all before kindly telling him to never come back again. Never let it be said that Theodore R Sanders wasn't a kind and generous host.
This guy, though... He was way more fun. Still missing something, still unable to let something go, but fun. Didn't look half-bad with his shirt off, either. Strong shoulders. Probably make a decent football player. American football, though.
But why the fuck did he care? There was a challenge and this was a party and no matter who won (it would obviously be Teddy, though, because come on) there would be shots and maybe shrooms but just generally a good fucking time. The crowd was interested, too, and he was vaguely aware of Pete taking bets before the two lifted Daniel up on the keg, Teddy flagged them to go, and the whole backyard began to chant loudly as the beer flowed.