You are prey

"Alright, I agree to be hunted but not right now."

"How about tomorrow."

"Sounds fun."

You go to the next room you spot some drinking games and some other party games happening. You find the **** is made from a fruit you have never heard of but it tastes like an alcoholic version of Haribo gummy hearts.

You have a choice to make. You could talk to some of the party-goers maybe get to know some more of your fellow ambassadors; you could play an alien drinking game or introduce them to one from Earth; you could go upstairs and find Anja.