Later that day, Marissa and Summer are in Marissa's room trying to figure out what to wear to the party. Summer has got three dresses in her hands and is standing in front of Marissa's mirror, while Marissa sits back on her bed.
Ryan was standing in front of the mirror straightening his collar and getting himself ready for the party. Suddenly Seth came in through the doors.
Seth: Hey man.
Ryan turned towards Seth and gave him a nod and continued about his business. Seth, sat down in one of the chairs and watched Ryan continue to get ready. Eventually Ryan grabbed his pair of shoes and sat down at the foot of his bed to put them on.
Seth: Where's your tie?
Ryan: I'm not wearing one.
Seth: Jacket?
Ryan looked up from his shoes and looked at Seth.
Seth: Right, so…you know you're going to see Marissa tonight.
Ryan stood up from the bed and walked over to his nightstand and slipped his watch onto his wrist.
Ryan: We're going to be late.
Ryan clipped the clasp on his watch and walked past Seth and out the French doors towards the kitchen. Seth watched him go and then eventually followed. When Seth got into the kitchen he found Ryan and Kirsten standing at opposite ends looking at each other.
Kirsten: (In a pleading voice) Jacket?
Ryan looked down slowly and Kirsten looked over at Seth, suddenly Sandy barged into the kitchen.
Sandy: Sorry I'm late, are we all ready to go?
Sandy walked over to Kirsten and gave her a quick kiss, and then looked at each of the boys as he set his briefcase down on the kitchen counter, and started loosening his tie.
Sandy: (Looking at Ryan) You've got the right idea.
Sandy took his jacket off and hung it on one of the chairs and then proceeded to slip his tie off and lay it on the kitchen counter.
Kirsten: Sandy! Not you too.
Sandy: Aw, come on honey.
Kirsten: Let's go. Now.
Kirsten walked out of the kitchen towards the front door, and Seth was soon to follow. Sandy walked over to Ryan.
Sandy: How are you doing today?
Ryan: Fine.
Sandy: Looking forward to this party?
Sandy is grinning and Ryan gives his half smile, but there isn't much enthusiasm behind it.
Kirsten: (Yelling from the front door) Sandy!!
Sandy: Let's go.