Page 48 of Campus Crush
“What about a Las Vegas night where we create a casino vibe?” Liam threw out.
We all looked at him.
“Gambling? For a fundraiser?” Gordy asked, his brows raised.
“Hey, I heard about a house that did it not that long ago. They did it to raise money for replanting trees or something.”
“Yeah, no,” we all said at the same time.
He threw his hands in the air. “Fine, I give up. I’m not coming up with any more ideas because you guys keep shooting me down.”
Drew laughed at him. “Because your ideas will get us kicked off campus.”
He huffed. “I already talked to the club board, and they seemed open to a bachelor auction as long as we kept it classy. We can’t take anything off below the belt.”
“Oh, that’s reassuring,” I murmured.
Liam winked. “It leaves a little something to the imagination—unless you wear really tight pants.”
“You’re insane, you know that, right?” Gordy asked him, stoic as ever.
“This form has to be turned in this week in order to get everything rolling and moving so we can get the fundraiser done before we need the money. Last year’s funds should get us through this season, but we’ll need some massive fundraising to get next season started off on the right foot,” I said.
“I’m going to get a beer,” Liam said. “I think better with alcohol in my system.”
I didn’t think that had ever been true for anyone, but I let him go.
Drew pulled his phone out of his pocket and started texting.
“Are you seriously texting right now when we’re trying to come up with some ideas?”
“Relax,” he said, not even bothering to look at me. “I’m texting my sister. She might have some suggestions.”
Drew’s twin sister, Ava, was a marketing major, so it wasn’t a bad idea to see if she could come up with something. Clearly putting our four heads together wasn’t getting us anywhere.
I stared at the blank paper in front of me, feeling frustrated that we couldn’t come up with any original ideas that could give us a good boost in funding.
The frats did car washes and shit like that, but we wanted to stand out.
Unfortunately, with every second that passed, Liam’s idea of a bachelor auction looked better and better.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who thought so.
Gordy sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You know, Liam might be onto something as loath as I am to admit it.”
“With the bachelor auction?” I confirmed.
He nodded. “It’s not something the frats have done, surprisingly. We could probably get it approved quickly. We don’t need a lot of extras. It doesn’t take a ton of time or effort. We just need a space, the time, and an emcee, which we could easily recruit somebody else to do, maybe even Drew’s sister, or one of the football guys next door. It’s doable. We can do a quick turnaround, depending on what spaces are available on campus.”
“Fuck, his ego is gonna fucking blow up if we agree to do this.”
Gordy chuckled. “Yep, probably. But it’s not a bad idea and we need something quick.”
I turned to Drew. “Hey, Ava come up with anything?”
He shook his head. “No, but she does have an in withthe sororities and frats. She said they’ve got a couple of fundraisers already lined up. All the usual stuff.”
Which meant if we wanted to get a lot of attention on our event, we needed to do something different. Something flashy.
