What the fuck? [ He doesn't mean to blurt it out, but the fact that King Steve isn't going to celebrate the end of high school makes it feel like the world has spun off it's axis. He straightens up suddenly, as if someone's pulled his strings, the movement jerky and wild.] You're kidding me, right? You've got to have a graduation party, man. It's the end of an era.

[ And sure, he could use the money, but it's more than that. He doesn't subscribe to the high school hierarchy normally, but the idea of Harrington not celebrating his graduation feels deeply, deeply wrong. Almost as wrong as how good he looks in those sailor shorts.] Where's your fawning entourage when you need them? Where's your adoring jocks? That's bullshit.

I'm taking you out graduation night. [ It slips out of his mouth before he can even think about stopping it. Is it pity? Is it opportunity? He's not sure. He just knows that the idea of spending a night partying with Harrington should be the worst idea ever and suddenly, it's not. He wags a finger at Steve, reaching out to flick at his cap. ] And I'm not taking no for an answer, sailor.