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didn’t expand on details or why I’d enjoy it. We enter the high-class digs and I assume we’ll have a few beers and be on our way to this fucking funhouse, but Kolby ushers us down a hall that opens into a wide space enclosed by three walls, each with glass doors.
    “Brothers, this is party central for college students. There are three bars, hence the three entrances.” He points to each set of double doors as he speaks. “Blast is older rock, pop, hits from the nineties mostly. Slam is a sports bar, but the one straight ahead,” we follow him to the entrance, “this one is Muze, the most popular of the three. They play top 100 and a mix of other music.”
    There’re musical notes, C-D’s and guitars, both real and stenciled pieces on the wall. On the far wall there’s a stage and behind it is a large screen made of squares where music videos play. The rest of the area is littered with round tables and stools. We head toward the stage, pass it, and push through the exit door. Kolby digs a set of keys out of his pocket, jiggles one into the deadbolt on a door marked PRIVATE, and we take an elevator to the next floor.
    We exit to what resembles a mini Hampton Inn with marble floors, wingback chairs, and expensive trees at each end of the hall. At this point, I don’t get what the deal is. All I see is six rooms with long mirrored windows. Odd.
    We enter one of the rooms and there’s not much to it other than a king size bed with expensive pillows and threads. A small bar and bathroom make up the rest of the room.
    I’ve heard the brothers like to gamble and I get the feeling we’re about to be the subjects of some bet.
     

     
    AFTER KOLBY GIVES us a brief run down, we leave. I’m sitting in the Escalade wondering if this is the kind of shit our fathers did back in their day. Blaze was built a long time ago but has obviously been remodeled and added on to. More specifically, the top level. Oh well. I’ve got plenty of money since dad’s happy with my kick ass grades, my devotion to the team, but mostly because I’m exactly where he’s always wanted me to be. I can afford to throw out some cash on a group gamble. Hell yeah I can. It’s a fraternity brotherhood thing.
    “How’s this gonna work?” I ask.
    Kolby taps his lips then glances at me in the rearview mirror. “We have to work around our tournaments and we’ll still have to practice our asses off for one of the biggest games of the year, which we intend to win ’cause we haven’t lost a game yet this season. But it all depends on who wants in on the bet. Jaden and Duggar, the computer geniuses will keep score. The rooms are already rigged with voice-activated recorders and hidden monitors, which are linked to their laptops. There are four rooms rigged and two spares available for private use. Say… for a special girl. You don’t want to take a potential hit to one of the spares. There’s nothing in them to record or monitor the game. You want points then you go to whatever room you’re assigned. The money we wager will all go to the winner, but you don’t get to keep it. There’s a huge party where several colleges get together, and since we host it, we always get the first place prize.”
    “And what exactly is the prize?” I ask.
    Kolby chuckles. “Man, it’s fucking beautiful. It involves some seriously hot chicks and a contest. There’s a panel of judges and they decide which chick is the hottest and one of us lucky bastards will get to take that chick on a… date, if you will. The money we wager is always more than the other fraternities can raise so we’re the lucky fucks—well one of us will be—who gets the hottest prize of the contest.”
    Fuck yeah. Sounds like my kind of gamble.
    Kolby pulls the Escalade over. We place our hands down for the bet, including Kolby, and we wager five grand like it’s fifteen bucks. Works for me. I’ve got a pretty good idea on how I’m gonna rack up the points, but that’s my secret,