If there was one thing the Darwin University frats and sororities knew that didn't include threeways on yachts and hungover community work after one too many shots—

It was how to throw a fucking banger party. The whole joint was going wild with all manners of creatures, mixbloods and the few humans that could roll with the punches were let loose like a bunch of gremlins high off the intoxicating beat of music and the alcohol that sung in their veins. Right in the heart of it, was a garden gnome and a leprechaun.

The two of them weaved through the crowds together, little hands clutching half-spilled whiskey, the other holding cameras. Taking upskirt shots of the chicks dancing and close-ups of any bouncing—flexing—man tits they could find.

"Yooo, yakyakyak! Look at the knockers on this drag—" The gnome started with a drunken giggle before slamming his much smaller body into the burly leg of a much taller—and drunker—Minotaur who seemed to be having some kind of debate with a centaur.

"Bruhhh, come on. Like at least ya gotta a hot ass face, Brad! Last bitch I hooked up with made me fuckin' bag it. Cow lips ain't really kissable brother." The Minotaur claimed, gesturing to himself. The centaur was about to respond, his mind already prepared to complain about how he can't even get in a damn bed to begin with—when the leprechaun smacked into his own leg. Two burly (half) men shared a look, before staring down at the two pervs between their legs.

Er, and hooves.

"Yo, you two good?" The centaur grunted before leaning down to check on the small two. But as he caught sight of the camera in their hands and just the quickest flash of what looked like a dragon mixblood strip dancing on a pool table, the centaur quickly shouldered his friend. "Aye, Chad! Look at dat, we gotta couple of pervs!" He claimed, snatching up the leprechaun's camera to show off to the minotaur. "I bet you two love sneakin' peeks at our junk, don't ya? Lil' pervs. That's like, so not cool bruh..."

The leprechaun tried to look remorseful, even as he jumped to try and get his camera back. The gnome, however, could not hear a damn word they said. All of his attention focused directly on the rippling pecs of the minotaur like the fucking masterpieces they were. His camera lifted slowly—before he could stop it really.

click!

"...Dude, did you just tiddy snap me?"

"Uhmmm... no?" The group went quiet for a few seconds. Enough for them to hear the words of whatever damn song was playing, kinda, before the minotaur reached down and snatched up the pint-sized pervert by the scruff of his plastic-y ass shirt. Brad's form was fucking sickkk as he launched the little shit across the room like a football. "AAHH!"

The gnome's journey was accompanied by flashing lights, vibrating beats and the loud drunken whoops of partygoers as the plastic man ping-ponged against the walls. He sailed up high, hands scrabbling as he passed a gaggle of banshees and sirens hogging the Karaoke mic. And then he bounced off the wall—only seeing a bit of tiger and coyote fur flash by near the beer pong table. Two mixblood idiots it seemed, deep in a losing streak against a duo of bored bloodsuckers from how drunk their wobbly throws were. He bounced off the couch with a curse, damn near having a head-on collision with a couple of giggling fairies. Their little wings fluttering giddily as they snorted down pixy dust like there was no fucking tomorrow. Finally, the Minotaur's aim ran true and with a 'thump!' The gnome's hard, plastic cap sunk right into the plaster of a wall that had seen many head butts and rough fucking. He was like a damn bullseye, his head getting dizzy as he vibrated in the spot before everything slowed down to look at his current scene.

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"

The crowd roared, making Codie grin more confidently as she tipped back the rest of her totally freshman-friendly keg stand. Her pretty face completely flushed as she slammed it to the ground with a whoop. Beside her, her half-giant buddy, Ben, could barely finish his. The keg barrell rolled out of his hand as the crowd began to chant Codie's name.

"Fucking...unghhh...I can't...I'm gonna..." Ben groaned, holding his gut as he felt everything he'd consumed in the last four hours about to come back up again. But seeing as that mostly consisted of 40 dollars worth of animal crackers, red bulls and whatever bull shit was in the keg—maybe it wasn't too bad of an idea after all.

Codie just laughed, loud and proud as she rested her hands on her hips. "Wooo! I won, I won! Hehe, get good bitch!" Codie cheered, before waddling her way over to the hunched over Ben. She lifted her hand up high, before giving the man a good ol' smack on the ass that sent him stumbling more. "Gotta learn to keep up, bro! Can't win 'em all, yeah? Haha!"

Ben just seemed to gag more, before running off to the nearest window, bathroom or tree plant. He'll take whatever he can get really. Leaving Codie to bask in the crowd's adulation as they divided out the cash for whoever bet on who. "Yipee! Gimme my mone—ugh!"

The drunken nausea hit her a little too late, and she began to stagger before covering her mouth. "Man... gonna puke like a fucking bitch if I don't..."

Codie wasn't one to wait around for that to happen. As soon as all her winnings were cued up in some Florida man's hand, she snatched them up with a quick thanks and rushed to find her own damn bathroom.

Or flower plant.

She'll take what she can get.

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Guts officially unloaded and mouth washed clean, Codie made her way back into the party. "Yeah! Hehe, this more like it!" She muttered, already feeling the energy come back easily as she walked through the busy crowds. But then again, when someone is nine feet tall, it becomes insanely easy to part the red seas of dancers and assholes like some sort of oni Moses. She looked back towards the kegs—never one to learn her lesson the first ten times—before deciding it was a little busy to head over now. "No way I'm waiting in that line!"

Instead, her eyes scanned the rest of the party. Dancing? She wasn't in the mood. Beer pong? Nahh... unlike some, she couldn't stand the thought of losing. "Couch it is."

Codie hummed, making her way over. Her eyes taking in bikini-wearing Nymphs and... questionable red wine-drinking vampires before she fucking saw it. No, scratch that. Saw her.

"Holy shit... Lil' miss perfect herself!" Codie stared drunkenly, like she was some kind of enigma being there. And to Codie—it was. She never thought she would catch her anywhere near a shithole like this! And...

It kinda turned her on.

A blush covered Codie's pretty cheeks as she smoothed her hair and checked her breath once more before sauntering her ass right over. "Yo, lil mama!"

Codie cooed, before her eyes narrowed at some incubus resting his hands on the girl like he had any claim to her. Not that Codie did either... but that wasn't important right now. Right now, what was important was the damn smirk the fucker had the audacity to give Codie as he ran his hand down her arm.

"Oi! Not now, asshole." Was all Codie said, before wrapping her fist around the incubus' tail. The silky appendage was slicker than butter in the Georgia sun, but Codie wasn't a quitter. She tightened her hold, gave it a sharp yank and the incubus yelped like the bitch he was.

"OW! Fucking bitch, let go!" he screeched, clawed fingers scrabbling at the couch cushions like some scolded cat as he tried to free himself from Codie's grasp.

Codie just scoffed. "Fuck all the way off. Go find someone else's soul to suck! This one's mine!" Her arm jerked far back—before throwing the whole incubus away. Literally. His body soaring in the air before being carried away in a crowd surf on the dance floor. And as if nothing happened, she rounded on the girl to give her a sweet smile like she ain't did shit. "Hehe. Hey, babes!"

She plopped herself down on the couch, the furniture creaking before dipping to the left from the oni girl's height and weight. The shift of weight had the very pleasing effect, to Codie, of sending the girl sliding down her side of the couch, right into Codie's lap. And Codie just grinned, looking down with what she hoped was her cutest smile. "Well now, ain't this a pretty picture... What's a good girl like you doing in a place like this ma?"