Joan notices Steve standing uncomfortably off to the side. He's wearing a grey suit and a white shirt, and no tie. He's got a suit, but needed a tie? Seems weird. When Joan sees him, she says, "Hey." He doesn't really say anything, and Joan kind of shrugs to herself and walks over, asking where his tie is. He pulls it out of his pocket, saying he wasn't going to put it on unless she showed. While he starts putting it on, she says, "Well, I guess you lose." In the background, you can see Price standing against a far wall with his arms crossed, counting off the minutes until one of them commits some infraction or other. Joan offers to help him tie his tie; she says she always does that for her brother. (Luke, I'm guessing; Kevin strikes me as being able to do it himself.) Steve shrugs and lets her. Joan advises him to be glad he doesn't have to wear high heels. Steve watches her with the expression of a hurt child. Behind them, Friedman calls out, "Yo, tie it in a noose." Steve lunges for Friedman, and Joan stops him and yells at Friedman, "Shut up, Brillohead!" Hey. An improvement on "Shut it, Friedman." I may go with that, though I love the stark minimalism of "Shut it, Friedman." As Friedman and Glenys scamper away, Friedman makes sure to call Price's attention to the minor incident -- as if Price weren't watching the whole thing like an animal waiting to pounce. Steve says, "Let's get out of here!" Joan: "No way! I didn't put on this stupid dress for nothing." She finishes with his tie and pulls him toward the dance floor. As they pass Price, he says, "Mr. Ramsay. Joan." Ooh, she's graduated from "Ms. Girardi."
The camera swings across the dance floor. It's not the most well-attended dance I've ever seen. It's certainly not crowded. The attendees are outnumbered by streamers by about twenty-five to one. Joan looks around at the sparkly, transformed gym and remarks, "I can't believe this is the same place I got creamed in dodgeball." She notices Steve wandering off behind her and follows him. He's gone off to an empty corner and turned his back; when she catches up, he turns slightly and shows her an unopened bottle of alcohol (whiskey, I think, but I know/care about as much about alcohol as I do about sports), asking if she wants some. Joan freaks a bit and says, "No way! I'm not gonna get suspended." Not this week, anyway. You can tell she thinks God's put her in over her head. Steve says, "Okay. Fine." He puts the bottle back in his breast pocket. She takes his hand and drags him back to the dance floor.