"I'm taking a summer class," he says, thinking. "Starts next week."

To make up for the one he never went to, last semester. "I can pass my film class if I turn the movie in. Not...ace it, or anything, but I can pass it."

He shrugs. "I guess I'll take another stab at it. And look for a job."

Because why not do both? Why not go from being a pathetic, shitfaced loser to an overachiever in twenty minutes?