Michael chickens out.

No. There was no way that he could do this. Michael knew what sort of things would go on if he stayed and played this game. Coming here was a mistake, and getting drunk with Jean and her friends would be an even bigger one. He had had enough teasing for one lifetime back home, and he wasn't about to subject himself to more just because his sister thought he MIGHT have some fun.

"Oh shit," Michael said, visibly flustered. "I just remembered that there's something I gotta do... back in the room. Sorry. I gotta go. Have a good night."

He stood up, splashing the others by accident. They certainly didn't look happy, but that was probably as much because Michael was ruining their good time as anything else. He had seen those reactions plenty of times before, sadly. But he couldn't pay attention to that.

"Uh, are you okay, Mikey?" Jean said, her lips pursed.

"Let him go, Jean," Jon said gruffly. He looked the least happy of all. Standard macho asshole-- Michael had known guys like him before. Suddenly he was very glad that he wasn't going to waste his time on these sorts of people, even if something deep inside him that he refused to admit to wanted this dumb guy's approval. He wouldn't let this setback ruin his night.