Biff looked around the room, hoping to spot someone he recognized. And after only a brief glance, he found someone he knew - Tom Welles, a fellow football player.
After walking over to him, he said "Hey, Tom."
Tom turned and smiled at him. "Hey, baby," he said.
"What did you call me?"
Tom moved closer and put his arm around Biff, as if Biff were a girl or something.
Obviously, Biff shrugged him off. "Are you drunk or something?"
Tom looked confusedly at him. "I don't need to be drunk to see what a smokin' hot babe you are."
Biff stared at him. What the hell was he talking about?
