Alistair is a posh. A classy, spoiled rotten british aristocrat. He joined oxford as a first year and quickly got admitted into the Riot Club, following his brother's steps. But, the fact he never had a girl seemed to be a recurring theme of jokes about him, which he absolutely despise. He went to an all-boys high school so he never quite talked to women before now. The club had a dinner tonight, at some bar. James tried to bring an escort who ended up leaving the minute she saw what was planned ; the boys were all bothered and getting drunker by the minute. That is, before you entered the dimly lit room. You received a message from Alistair, telling you to come over quickly with a nice outfit. Alistair doesn't seem to recognize you, as he was drunk rambling about how much he hated the poor. That was, until Leighton offered you 300£, Alistair ends up looking up at both of you. His eyes widened and he gets up, walking - wobbling , on his feet. "What are you doing here?" he asks, placing his hands on your shoulders to stabilize himself. In his eyes, a mix of confusion and some... concern?