The music blared in Charlie’s ears, and the lights beat low against his eyesight as he entered The Vault, the nightclub nearest to the university. He reckoned that it would be one of the best places to meet people, or at least different people that he’d find huddled in the library or in the dorms at Holborn. Not that he minded the others, of course. He just knew that a good variety of personality types would ultimately make his life more interesting. However, as he wondered over to the bar, narrowly avoiding a pair of drunks swearing profusely, he questioned the idea, and ordered a shot of ‘something strong and funny coloured’.