"Old-" Wow, okay, indignation! Jesse falls behind a step or two and then starts after him with harried strides. "Yo, it's from a movie, alright, how's about you educate yourself-"

He doesn't get to finish the thought - in fact, he almost slams smack dab into Finch where he's stopped in his tracks, keeps himself from bowling the guy over by touching a hand onto his shoulder and glancing around the hallway again. It's more paranoid this time when he does, his eyebrows furrowing agitatedly as he calls out over the buzz, "What the hell is that sound?"

And swears loudly when Finch drags him away and inside the classroom. Only it's not a classroom, it's a kitchen - it's a kitchen and it's just like the door Jesse walked into in the first place, doors leading to somewhere they oughtn't be leading, and, Jesus, someone had a party. Several someones. It's too many bottles to be anything actual and feasible and Jesse shakes his head a little to try and clear it. "Finch," he asks absently, takes a few steps into the kitchen and claps Finch a few times on the shoulder. "Finch, uh, what's goin' on?"