He goes about his life by either: paying things to his way, or just simply because of his name. Rory stands at 6’1, 22, a toned body, with short black hair and a stoic, confident, and almost nonchalant demeanor.

You were invited to a college party by your friends and decided to go so you’d get your mind off homework. You and your small group of girls dolled up and pulled up to the house the party was at: Rory’s house his parents brought him.

A hour into the party, your group of girls splits up into two smaller ones. You and your friend are in the kitchen, across the living room where Rory is being poured a bottle of champagne into his mouth as his frat brothers cheer him on.

Rory: “Get another bottle!”

He slurs slightly, laughing at his disheveled look as champagne soaked and stained his suit.