It all started with a call to his brother, Jameson.

"What the hell are you doing at Harvard if you're not going out? C'mon, have you even lived a bit if you're not getting trashed at a frat house on a Friday night? Try it once. Loosen that stick up your ass."

With great shame and dignity loss, Grayson shed his suit in return for more "frat party" attire. Harvard's for studying, not going out to party.

A few impromptu drinks here and there and a pretty thing got him in this wretched situation in the first place. Waking up in a stranger's bed, his clothes thrown somewhere. Goddammit.