Anthony laughs as he reads Ryan's text, [i]"The imbecile actually thinks he could afford the clothes that I buy![/i]" he thinks merrily. He then replies, [i]"Oh, there won't be any need for that. Just send me your measurements and dorm number."[/i]

John sits on the edge of the bench and sits quietly. When the silence becomes too awkward, he clears his throat and says, "I wasn't planning on going to the dance anyway, so if you'd like some company, I'm free."

Ben nods, slightly cheered up by his brother's optimism. "Alright Jack, one hour. After that, I'm leaving, no matter what. I guess I better find something to wear."