Kent And Spencer Fratpad Here

"You were supposed to!" Kent yelled back, grinning.

From the hallway, Spencer’s voice echoed. "I heard that!"

They shared a look—the kind that said we've made it this far . Then Spencer grabbed the Febreze, and Kent cranked up the music. For one more semester, the fratpad would hold. kent and spencer fratpad

Kent tossed a empty Red Bull can into the already overflowing trash bag. "Dude, if Spencer doesn't get his protein powder out of the bathroom sink by tonight, I'm hiding it in his car."

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Their fratpad was a disaster zone of mismatched couches, string lights held up by duct tape, and a pool table that doubled as a dining table. But it was their disaster.

Spencer emerged, hair still wet, wearing an oversized hoodie that probably belonged to a girl from three formals ago. "Listen, recruitment's tomorrow. We need this place to smell like anything other than regret and cheap beer." Then Spencer grabbed the Febreze, and Kent cranked

"Impossible," Kent deadpanned. "The regret is structural."