"Well, at least I'm not alone." Gar's view, especially in times of angst and sadness, was that any excuse for a party was a good one. And even if it did call on terrible, terrible movies to do it, he could make do. "Although it's a shame they didn't draw on more Hughes. I think we could all do with a little Breakfast Club."
As he was idly chattering, the song switched from generic pop to generic slow pop. Gar nodded sagely. "Yes, this is about right. Come on, let's go show these bastards how to dance in a terrible high school movie." He took Sophie by the hand and pulled her onto the dance floor.