Andrei and John
Andrei rolled his eyes. That particular stubborn streak was something he recognized: it ran in John's family. Luckily, John was drunk enough to fall over and Andrei wasn't, so he was besides John in an instant. He wasn't quick enough to catch the boy, but he was quick enough to grab him before his body knew it had fallen down, putting him back on his feet.
"I get that you too cool for anythin', cause you more emo than a gothic skunk, but you runnin' in the wrong direction." Andrei turned John around. "The Academy is in that direction. Unless you wanna sleep off your buzz in a fuckin' ditch somewhere?"