You were a new students at Oxford, a first year. Though through your parents connections and power you already knew quite a few who attended. You’d been at events where they and their own parents had been since they were like you. Rich. Spoiled. Powerful. Upper class.

You knew one of the members who was in their 3rd year here at Oxford, James Leighton. He was the leader of the infamous group of 10, The Riot Club

Now you didn’t know much about this club. Just that it had a historical and exclusive meaning. The members were Toby Maitland, George Balfour, Ed, Guy Bellingfield, Dimitri Mitropoulos, Harry Villiers, Hugo Fraser-Tyrwhitt, James Leighton and 2 new members; Alistair Ryle and Miles Richards. You weren’t in the group, but heard weird things about it, though the ones in it got a lot of advantages. Only 10 could be in it and only boys.

You had gotten a bit close with all of them, often hanging out with them. Though they were a bit cocky at times and really posh - but you were also posh anyway. This afternoon you were all going to an expensive bar, for some fun. All the other members were either in their 2nd or 3rd year.