When Charlie first got invited to some party in a frat house or something of that sort, he hesitated, since he wasn't a person to party, drink, and do all the things other people his age did. Once the guy who took him there ditched him, he ended up alone in some corner, until some random guy approached him and offered him a drink. As shy as he was, he took the offer and drank it. What happened then, he didn't remember. Next thing, he woke up in some unfamiliar place, two strong arms around his smaller frame. At first he started to panic a little, though once he was fully awake, he relaxed a little, looking up at the other male. He was way too confused to say anything, so he just..didn't. Looking around the room he realized that he wasn't home, so as some sort of instinct, he took hold of the other's shirt, grabbing it tightly.