Damn satisfying, though
"Then maybe those 'values' are wrong," Logan tried to argue instead, his voice low. "Maybe it's time for the standard to change."
Ashton watched Logan incredulously. "Good grief, he's really done a number on you, huh?"
"Isthatwhy he's been showing up to stuff lately?" Noah smirked. "We've all been wondering. He offer to suck your cock if you let him tag along?"
"Eat a dick," Logan muttered, his face practically glowing with embarrassment as he turned his attention back to Oz.
"Think that's more your roommate's area of expertise." Ashton laughed.
Logan tried to think of a way to distract them, to get them off his case, but he drew a blank.
They don't even know anything worth knowing. They're just making jokes. They don't even believe what they say. And Oz had to put up with for FOUR. YEARS?* Damn.
"There's a flaw in your plan," Logan realized suddenly.
"How so?"
"It's a charity fundraiser," Logan pointed out. "Someone'sbound to bid on him, right — even if it's only a few bucks? Seeing how it's all for a good cause."
Ashton shrugged, leaning against the wall.
"I mean, he isn't exactly the hottest guy up there," Ashton replied. "And… he's just not Mu Tau Rho material, y'know? If it wasn't for you dragging him around in your shadow, I'm not sure half the guys here would even know his name."
"You don't think maybe someone will bid fifty bucks, just to have extra hands to come help with yardwork or something for a day?"
"Who knows? Usually, the guests focus their bids on the person who invited them. Besides, who's going to ask a scarecrow like him to do yardwork? Right now, Wally looks as if he could be knocked over by a stiff wind."
"Hisnameis Oz." Logan scowled at him.
"What I meant is, there's a lot of competition here. Competition who brought guests with deep pockets. He doesn't have a chance of winning 'Blue Ribbon Bull', is all I'm saying. And then, of course, there's you."
Logan flushed hotly, ducking his head. The guys in charge of the Cattle Call had saved their ace football star for last, putting Logan's name down as the 'Last Call' of the night. It was the spot usually reserved for the most attractive guy, or the one the frat had the most faith in, practically guaranteed to bring in the highest bids.
"Yeah," Logan muttered, his eyes locked on Oz as the auction began. "And then there's me."
"All right, ladies and gentlemen!" the auctioneer called out. "Here we have another pledge up the auction block for the first time. It says here that Oz Mercer is an English major whose interests include… 'examining the underlying nation-building mythological narratives found in Arthurian legends and pulp fiction novels of the American west'.Well!Um…" The auctioneer paused, taking a closer look at his printed sheet.
Logan snorted. Yeah, that sounded like Oz, alright. Most of the guys had just put 'video games', 'sports', or 'movies'.
Gotta hand it to Oz. He never seems to miss a chance to nerd it up, Logan thought fondly.Even when it painted a target on his back—
"… Let's start the bidding at one hundred, then," the auctioneer announced.
—when it meant he could be embarrassed—
"One hundred, ladies and gentlemen."
—or humiliated—
"Do I hear one hundred? One hundred dollars for a date with this gentleman."
—or hurt—
"How about for ninety?"
—he refuses to be anything less than himself—
