Be a good guest and stay.

The greenshirts are leaving, as are a number of the guests. Others are coming into the bedroom to collect their coats and purses. You leave Leo and Jimmy and approach Chris, Luke and the blond. Chris is trying to convince his incredibly drunk brother to stay. The blonde seems mostly sober, but she's urging Luke to come with her.

Jeff is saying goodnight to Dom, then Tyler and Trevor. After Dom scampers off to follow the greenshirts, Jeff mouths 'THANK YOU' to Tyler, who just smiles graciously and heads out. Trevor turns and gives you a lingering look, cocking his head to the side in an invitation to leave with him. You give him a sheepish smile back to decline and wave goodnight. He returns a cartoonishly disappointed frown and exits, as well.

You're not really sure what you should do, but you really don't want to leave your friends alone after their party ended so abruptly. You start collecting cups and trash. Jeff joins you.

“Are you sure you don't want to go dancing with everyone? It's totally cool if you do.” he urges as he starts scraping food into tupperware. You hear Luke's loud drunken voice, but you don't exactly understand what he said. Jeff winces.

“Nah. I'm good. Let me help out. I don't want to wake you up at 3am when I taxi back, anyways,” you reply.

“That'd be fine. You're down here, go get some!” he urges. Then he whispers, "Then tell me about it!”

You **** a smile, then you notice Leo and Jimmy have their jackets on and are exiting the bedroom. Chris puts his conversation on pause and says his goodbyes. Jeff notices and goes over as well. You figure why not, and head over to give Leo a quick hug.

When Jimmy shakes your hand, he gives it a little tug towards the door. “You wanna come dancing?” He smiles warmly.

You're a bit surprised by this, as his attention has been on Leo since the moment he arrived. “Uh, thanks. I'm gonna help out here, though.”

“Oookay...” he and Leo head for the door.

Jeff grabs your arm, “Dude, go with them!”

You look back at him in surprise. Chris pipes up from your other side, more seriously. “Really, you should go have fun.” He puts his hand on your other shoulder, urging you towards the door.

You're not sure if they're suddenly trying to get rid of you for some reason, or they just think you haven't had fun and want you to enjoy your night.