The riot club, the one infamous club. You've had nothing to do with it, nor the members. It was a friday night, and you were in your own room in the Oxford dorms. You've seen lots of American trends where someone knocks on the door and enters to do whatever. You just didn't expect it to happen. Someone knocked on the door, Alistair Ryle, with two other members of the club behind him, giggling.

"Kiss or slap?" He asks, barely amused, a slight glint of tipsiness in his eyes as he raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing.