Two hours and twenty minutes.

That’s how long it took for the prince of Meadow University to reach his final decision on whether he was attending “The Great Bash” or not this year. Not an individual against parties, he wasn’t a huge fan of putting himself in places where shit could hit the fan at any given moment. Parties, especially ragers like this one, were ripe with the right ingredients (alcohol and drugs) for disaster, and while Leo enjoyed a good dramatic story or two, he had a reputation to uphold. Which is why he settled on attending, to remain at the top of pecking order meant to attend functions he’d much rather not.

With his decision signed, sealed and delivered Leo moved on to his next dilemma, choosing an outfit. Usually he could rely on the help of any number of his friends, in fact he had many who had just the eye for fashion. But due to his constant back and forth in attending the Bash he had encouraged them to go on without him, not wanting to hold them up from their fun while he battled indecision. Obviously that worked out great for him. Another hour was spent storming in and out of his bathroom from his room, trying numerous combinations of shirts with jeans, patterns with solids, and even tried to spice up his life combining different patterns together in one outfit. The Chanda of the clock ticked on as Leon rampaged through his apartment, his frustrations with fashion leading to the frequent shot of tequila and ultimately to a casual, neutral palette of grays.

A number of shots later (he wasn’t keeping track) and fully dressed Leon was out the door and ducking into the backseat of an Uber. Already his phone was buzzing with text messages and snapchats of the wild party taking place in the heart of the wilderness. The party through the lens of the phone camera was unreal, whoever was hosting this year had pulled zero punches and even Leon, who initially wasn’t interested in the party, found himself eager to join in on the festivities.

Once the Uber dropped him off it was all fun times for Leon there on out. Any more shots of tequila and he would have gotten himself lost in the forest, but quickly and mostly without any issues (save for a few stumbles and trips over exposed tree roots) he exited the dense tree line and came upon the party of his life, only an hour or so late, and questionably fashionable.

But fuck it, who cared that much when it’d most likely end up on the floor during a private after party later.