Donna leaned her head on his shoulder. "You know, the part where you took out the VP was actually the most exciting thing that’s happened at Pricemart since they got the new label maker."
"Don't embarrass me, Steven," Red barked, using Eric's middle name as a weapon. "The CEO is here. If you mention Star Wars, I’m cutting off your allowance until the 1980s."
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"I can't do it, guys," Eric groaned, looking at the invitation for the Pricemart Ball. "I’m going to walk in there, Red is going to look at me, and I’m going to spontaneously combust from the sheer weight of his disappointment."
In the basement of the Forman house, the air was thick with the usual mix of Nag Champa and teenage apathy. Eric sat on the edge of the couch, his fingers nervously tracing the lapel of a velvet suit that looked like it had been salvaged from a lounge singer's estate sale.
