Calvin gets the cue, and looks up at Micah. Their huge blue eyes match, but Micah's are brighter. Calvin's are stormier, appropriately enough. "Who else would I go with?" The words may be a little harsh, but the tone isn't. He's not sure Micah can secure prom prince, he's not convinced real prom would make him happier than drinking a bottle of whisky out in the woods alone with Micah.

"You're my date." His hand moves up to Micah's collarbone. "If anyone else asks you... I'll make 'em think again. I can be the jealous type." Or, maybe, he's just trying to drunkenly flirt.