At lunch today, fraters Troy, Rob, Kyle and myself were sitting around the table, exchanging words and catching up on each other's day. Since we have styrofoam cups for daily use, there are plenty of emptys laying around to be thrown away.
As we are discussing what was happening in our political science class, Troy pulled out a random lighter. 'What the hell was he going to do with that?' I wondered. He ignited a light from the plastic contraption, and patiently set the flame next to the innocent little cup. As I was speaking to him, he was still focused on turning the cup into a conflagaration. Then it happened--the speechless little cup went from snow white to lava red in an instant. Its edges imploded until the entire cup was engulfed in flames. It began to smoke, and Troy (as well as everyone eating at the table) yelled, "OH SHIT! I'M HOUSE MANAGER!" He quickly tapped it out as tiny, fiery embers had escaped from underneath the extinguished inferno upon our lunch table, floating above towards the fire alarms. We all look up as they continue to float. "Aw, shit" we thought.
No alarm sound. Just silence. We look at each other, waiting for the whailing, obnoxious noise that is the fraternity fire alarm. Nothing, luckily.
We just sit there, looking at the cup that is burnt to a crisp, like a failed home-ec project. Troy hands the lighter to Rob and says, "You should probably hold on to this for me for a while, thanks." He marches out of the dining room, up the stairwell to sit in his room. Meanwhile, Rob is holding the lighter and says, "This is for everyone's sake", and puts the lighter in his pocket.
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