Go 'Interview' with Trevor.

That definitely sounds inviting. Your drunk mind is much less resistant to complicating a possible employment situation now than it was before.

“If you promise to be professional,” you answer.

“Oh, you can write a letter to HR, if I'm not,” he smiles coyly and takes your hand.

You notice Tyler noticing, and he doesn't look particularly impressed. He says one more thing to the security guard, then Dom, then he heads to a more subdued domestic entrance to the building. The greenshirt he was flirting with follows, then Trevor drags you along by the hand.

You catch a glimpse of Bae watching, obviously disappointed. You mouth 'sorry', as some of his greenshirt friends usher him up the stairs to the club.

All four of you enter the building and get into an elevator that leads to the apartments above. You haven't been up here before, but you remember hearing that Tyler actually lived above the club he worked for the most. It certainly makes for a short commute.

You lean against the wall, with Trevor still holding your hand. Everyone's quiet, apparently tired. You take a better look at the greenshirt that Tyler is bringing up. He's actually quite a specimen. He looks to be mid-20s, fit, and a bit of light brown hair curling out of the vneck of his green shirt. Tyler did pretty well for himself, tonight. Even though he had to end Chris&Jeff's party early, he made some lemonade out of those lemons.

The doors open and Tyler and Trevor's apartment is only two doors down. Tyler unlocks and flips on the lights. It's pretty nice. Not quite luxury, but a lot bigger than Chris&Jeff's new place. “Would anyone like-”

Tyler's invitation to pour drinks is cut short by Trevor pushing you with both hands into his dark bedroom. “Go get ready for your interview,” and he closes the door behind you.

You don't exactly like being treated like a **** piece of meat. This probably isn't a good sign for the future, but you're drunk, tired, and Trevor is fine for a happier ending for tonight than a lonely couch.

You take off your shoes and lie down on his soft bed. You hear several voices from the other side of the door, but you can't understand anything they're saying. The room is dark, and Trevor's bed is comfortable, and you start to drift off to sleep while waiting.

You're almost asleep, when light from the door being opened hits you. You squint your eyes and lift your head, but all you can see is a silhouette in the doorway. The figure comes in, closes the door, and lays down in the bed next to you. You roll to the side, expecting Trevor to get right to the interview. As your eyes readjust to the dark, you realize...

...it's the greenshirt that Tyler brought up.

The greenshirt doesn't seem to acknowledge you but just lays his forearm over his eyes and relaxes. After only a few moments, his long muscular body relaxes and his breathing slows. You were already almost asleep, so you're fine with a quiet refuge from whatever drama is happening outside. You roll back over and drift off, again.