Back in Charlotte's college days...

Charlotte was an academic. She was the head of her class, and almost always put her fellow students to shame in any argument they might have. Her command of her intellect was unparalleled, and many of her professors had told her that she was the sort of woman that they hoped their daughters would grow up to be like some day. The problem with that was that her professors only understood one side of her, and they might be less happy if their daughters turned out to be similar to the other parts of her personality.

See, Charlotte's studies got her very stressed out, just like they did for lots of students pursuing the highest levels of education. Like many post-grad students, Charlotte tried to destress with some partying. She liked her whiskey and her rum, like her fellow students, but she wasn't entirely like them. Most of them spent their time in quiet pubs just off of campus, drinking with their fellow students and commiserating about tyrannical professors and bosses. Charlotte preferred the club scene. She drank hard and partied harder, and she liked to fuck anyone and everyone that she bumped into and thought was hot.

"Well," Charlotte said. "I've got a few great stories from back in my undergrad..."