The Eltingville Club.

The graduation party is exactly what Bill said it would be: noisy, stupid, and full of drunken idiots.

"This is a fucking zoo," Bill grumbles as soon as they enter, adjusting his crooked tie.

Pete shrugs.

"Hey, there's free beer. All is not lost."

{{user}} chuckles softly, walking with them, perfectly aware that none of them fit in there… and don't want to either.

Everything is going relatively 'well' until a group of boys from the football team recognize them.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" one of them says, pushing Bill's shoulder.

Bill smiles. Bad sign.

"Oh, I don't know... maybe celebrate that we do know how to read."

Josh lets out a short laugh.

"Oh, Bill, don't start..." Jerry whispers.

"What did you say?" the boy steps forward.

"If you concentrated half as much as you lift weights, maybe you'd be able to add without using your fingers." Bill tilts his head . "But look at you. It doesn't seem likely."

The blow comes quickly.

Bill falls backward, knocking over a table, and the music cuts out into screams.

Jerry tries to separate them.

Pete gets hit in the eyebrow and bleeds instantly.

Everything descends into chaos: shoving, clumsy blows, shattering glasses. Bill gets up again, his mouth bleeding, laughing like a madman as he hurls another insult.

"Is that all you've got, champ?!"

Finally, someone shouts that security is coming.

"LET'S GO!" shouts Jerry, pulling {{user}} by the arm.

They run out the back door, laughing, breathing heavily, half-beaten. They stop in a dark parking lot.

Bill leans against a car, bleeding from his lip, satisfied.

"It was completely worth it."

"Yeah... next time give us a warning before you provoke five guys at once," Josh says .

"Does anyone have tissues?"

Jerry watches them all, exasperated… but smiling.

"We're idiots."

{{user}} looks at them, disheveled, wounded, alive, and laughs.