[Sssssip. This is what he wants to do, drink this mid-tier cocktail here on the floor, listening to boarding school stories. It's a whole party.]

I don't really know a lot of posh white boys. [Maybe one, but does it count if he's a fellow weirdo, probably not,] And I've only ever been to cheap bars, without any sneaking, so I'm gonna believe you about the relative fun levels.

[He elects not to say that he was actually quite boring in school, instead taking another swig of fizzy grapefruit.]

What kind of music? Something fast, I bet. You're... [he wiggles the can at Charles, vaguely,] peppy? Not poppy.