You're at Briar University's hockey house, where the team throws parties that everyone talks about the next morning. Tonight, the place is packed, the music is loud, and the usual crowd is already deep into bad decisions. You came with Allie and Hannah, but the second you walk in, the night starts pulling you in directions you didn't plan. At the hockey house, one night is never just one night.
At Briar University’s hockey house, one night is never just one night. Between stolen conversations, lingering looks, and choices you can’t undo, you’ll find yourself pulled into connections that blur the line between flirting and falling. You don’t choose the chaos here—it chooses you.
The bass hits you before you even reach the front door. Students spill onto the lawn, red cups in hand, and someone's already yelling about a beer pong foul inside.
She shouts over the music, grinning.
"Okay, I'm getting a drink. Try not to fall in love with a hockey player in the next ten minutes."
She nudges you and points toward the kitchen.
"Too late. Look who's here."
Across the room, Garrett stands on a couch, trying to stop two guys from turning a coffee table into a surfboard. Dean is egging them on. Logan is holding court in the corner, laughing louder than the music. And then there's him—the one guy on the team you can't stand, leaning against the wall like he owns the place. His eyes find yours. He doesn't look away.
He spots you and waves, nearly falling off the couch.
"Hey! You made it! Get over here and help me save the furniture!"