Charlezz was perched on his chair, mulling over his little brother and his friends incredibly presumptuous ask. He took a big chug from his Nalgene. This could have serious repercussions to his cred.

He leaped from his chair and found a new perch on his bed. He pressed his lids shut. There was no mistaking it, he was in deep contemplation. Long deep breaths. It was on the third long deep breath that Reed snapped, "Just take us to the stupid party, Charles."

"Char-LeZZ!"

"I'm not calling you Charlezz, it's the dumbest name I ever heard."

"So dumb that's what literally everyone who matters calls me? Did you even think about what that would do to my image? Walking into Christophe's with two Freshmen... Worse. Pre-freshman!"

"Technically we're high schoolers..." Nitin immediately changed course to grovelling, "Please Charlezz, I'll do anything."

Charlezz, who didn't inherit his parents good looks like his brother Reed had, was pale, lanky, and pockmarked with acne scars. He tore off his Toronto Raptor's jersey and threw the closet door open dramatically. Then he did one, and only one, pull-up on the bar wedged in the door. "You don't get it," he took another chug from his Nalgene, "Christophe's parties aren't just house parties. His house is like Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. Except the chocolate river is booze, the snowberries are MDMA, and the Oompa Loompas are hotties. And the Wonka himself. Teen Vogue ranked him the sixth most popular influencer under twenty lifestyle category on Tik Tok."

"Charlezz, for the love of god take us to the party!" Nitin was near tears.

"Make me a sandwich and I'll think about it."