“Just like almost every adult in this town is a parent to someone.”

|| I’ll be doing bigger replied in a little bit. I gotta charge up my phone.

“I really hope you know what you’re doing . . . we get caught and it’s lights out for the both of us.”

“True, but they should at least have found families.”

“Remind me again why I’m entertaining dating advice from a kid?”

Why? Dancing is great!

“. . . This’ll be the one time I let you boss me around. Once we’re out of this prison, we’re going to be equals.”

Hah! See there you go! It’s just like they say, dance like no one’s watching.

“And? As far as I’m concerned that still makes you a kid to me.”

“It really sounds like you need to find yourself some better friends. Or at least ones that can figure out how to read a clock.”

“Still. A. Kid. You won’t win this.”

“Not that it means much, but I haven’t had the best of luck dealing with Russians as of late, so you’ll have to excuse my lack of enthusiasm with trusting someone I’ve never met . . .”

“Hmm . . .” He lingers, not saying much, and certainly not taking Steve for his word. “Where you headed from, Harrington? Because I can’t help but notice, you’re coming from the direction of a house party.” The light stays on him as Hop mentally clocks his nystagmus response.

“If you get me out of this place in one piece I’ll buy you a bottle of vodka and share the first shot with you, until then my trust is at an appropriate level.”

“Careful who you’re calling old . . .”

“Or, how about we avoid getting into any unnecessary fights that I’m going to have to ultimately break up?”