Robby laughs and grabs Jason's wrist. "Hold on! We have plenty of time. The rest of the frat won't be back for a couple days."

Jason looks at him, utterly confused. "Why?"

"Well I guess you were too dizzy from the stuffing last night to hear, but most of the frat's gone to the mountains."

"Why are they doing that? What if they get snowed in?"

Robby snorted. "That's what I said. Why do you think I'm not with them? No, they were gonna go buy some booze, pick up any girls they can find, and go camping on those God-forsaken, snow covered hills." He folded several strips of bacon into his toast and dipped it in some syrup. "That's not for me, I like to stay within reach of food at all times."

Jason followed Robby's example and scooped up a tall stack pancakes, a handful of sausages, and about half a dozen cinnamon rolls, plopping them all on a plate and squirting syrup over everything. If he was going to gain weight, he better start eating like it. "So what guys are still here?"

" Well," Robby chewed a little slower, thinking. "You and me of course, and Todd. And I think Ryan's screwin' here somewhere..." Shoving another biscuit into his mouth, Robby shook his head. "That was pretty messed up the way he sold you out like that."

Jason hunched his shoulders irritably. "Yeah, but there's not much I can do about it now."

"Really?" Jason looked up at Robby, who had the most wicked grin he'd ever seen on a human face. "You know that 'eating club' you were talking about? What if we, I don't know, 'forgot' to tell him that he's a member?"