"Alright, we have a couple of options," I propose, aiming to make sure our plan is solid before venturing into the party scene. "First, we could pretend I'm an exchange student from London looking to attend a frat party." He chuckles, seeming open to the idea.

"That doesn't sound too bad," he agrees. "What else have you got?"

"Option two: you play the 'I'm Kent' card and leverage your fame to get us as far as possible." He simply shrugs in response.

"Piper wasn't kidding; ...