Free Infamous by Cecily von Ziegesar

scientist.
    A pause, then a smile spread across Dunderdorf’s face. “My boy, German sausage is far superior to Polish or any other sausage,” he answered, inadvertently licking his lips. “German sausage uses ground venison and fresh pork. Polish sausage is made with pork butt and rat meat. That’s just one difference. But it probably all tastes the same to you, eh?”
    “That’s the problem, sir.” Heath frowned slightly, and his eyes took on a faraway look. “We’ve never tasted a really good German sausage. We’re dying to find out what it tastes like.”
    Brandon tried to hide his disbelief—and disgust. He’d only come along on this dumb errand because he didn’t want to be alone in his room to brood over Sage or to wonder where she was, what she was up to now, what her Thanksgiving would be like. Also, though he hated to admit it, a tiny part of him wanted to see Heath fail and get kicked to the curb, as there was no way Dunderdorf was going to fall for such a stupid ruse. But as he watched Heath work Dunderdorf over with questions about German cuisine, including a particularly bald question about whether or not the Dunderdorfs would be enjoying a turkey sausage at Thanksgiving, Brandon wondered why
he
wasn’t trying harder.
    Of course he’d wanted to sleep with Sage—he’d been thinking about it since the first time she spoke with him. But except for a handful of intense make-out sessions, he hadn’t really tried to get past second base. Was he not born with the horny gene or something? Couldn’t he at least try to get into hooking up with two European hotties, if only to forget about Sage’s harsh holiday breakup?
    “Why don’t you boys drop by our place tomorrow,” Dunderdorf finally asked, his brow dotted with perspiration.
    “Oh, no!” Heath held up his hands, ever the subtle actor. “We couldn’t impose on you at Thanksgiving, could we?” He shot Brandon a look that told Brandon he better step up.
    “That’s a nice invitation,” Brandon agreed. “We were planning on going to the international students’ dinner….” Heath’s eyes widened, and Brandon knew he’d freaked him out. “But they probably won’t have any good German sausage.”
    “Then it’s settled,” Dunderdorf said, a gleam in his eye. He pulled on an ugly plaid hat that matched his scarf and then buttoned up his coat. “It’ll be our pleasure to host you with some real German food. Thanksgiving is an all-day celebration with our family, so better come bright and early if you want to truly experience
ein authentisches Deutsches Thanksgiving.
” He slapped Heath on the back weakly and nodded at Brandon as he scuttled them both into the hallway and closed his office door, whistling as he clomped down the hall.
    “Unbelievable.” Brandon leaned against the wall of the long, dimly lit hallway.
    “Yeah, thanks to me,” Heath countered, irritated. “You’d better bring your A-game tomorrow, ‘cause I can’t carry us both again.” Then his face broke out into a goofy grin. “But that was fucking beautiful, wasn’t it?” He did a little dance, shaking his pelvis.

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    CliffordMontgomery: Hey, you going to that chick Yvonne’s party?
    AlisonQuentin: The turkey-themed one? Uh, dunno. You?
    CliffordMontgomery: Maybe. My stupid stepdad’s other kids are here, and they suck.
    AlisonQuentin: At least your parents don’t think T-Day is a colonialist holiday and celebrate by burning effigies of pilgrims!
    CliffordMontgomery: Whoa. Maybe Wild Turkey bourbon isn’t so bad, after all.
    AlisonQuentin: Save one for me.

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    KaraWhalen: Big bash at Yvonne’s tonight. U going?
    EmilyJenkins: Bobbing for apples?
    KaraWhalen: I’m hoping that was a joke…but I think she has a hot tub.
    EmilyJenkins: With my pale butt? Don’t think so.
    KaraWhalen: Heard her invite Pierce O’Connor on the train….
    EmilyJenkins: In THAT case, I need some self-tanner and a new