Talking to girls isn't much of a chore for any teenage boy. The prospect of sex--or even seeing a girl's tits live and unpixelated--should be enough to attract Adam's attention. Unfortunately, he likes to think he has better class than that and, anyway, Delilah-fucking-Westbrook is still on his mind and Katie used to be with Myer, so he's screwed either way. He smiles in all the right places and nods when it seems required, but Katie is soon pried off his hands by her former boyfriend. No harm, no foul.
They don't chat for long. Myer doesn't seem like the type to fuel gossip and Jessica Byrnes won't stand for half-measures. Soon enough, Katie is sent on her way, so quietly dismissed that she probably doesn't realize it's happened.
Adam's smile doesn't reach his eyes, but then he's tall and the climb must be a difficult one for sentient facial expressions. "What can I say, I'm waiting for the ritual sacrifice portion of the evening to let loose." He has to raise his voice a bit to be understood over the music, but no one else seems to be listening anyway.
He spares Myer a long, measuring glance and finding he likes what he sees--plastic cup, black tie from head to toe, wry, unimpressed smile quirking his mouth--Adam turns his attention to the one missing accessory. "Have you lost your date already?"
It's a known fact that Myer Grayson and Jessica Byrnes are An Item, yet they've somehow managed to avoid all other clichés. No pregnancy scares, no clinging to each other like traumatized victims after an earthquake. No making out under the bleachers. (And Adam would know about the last part, the field is where he spends many of his afternoons.)