Try to make a move on Leah

"It's not your bed, dude, but if you need it, take a nap," you say encouragingly. "We'll be right here. You wanna sleep off some of that booze, it's hitting you pretty hard."

"Mmmm I'm ok. I think. But I am pretty sleeeepy," he says with a little laugh. "That ok with you, babe?"

"Sure," Leah says, looking slightly frustrated for the first time.

"Great great. Cool. You're the best, Leah. I'm gonna - just - yeah..." Derek sort of sprawls unceremoniously onto his back, adjusting his hat to pull it down over his eyes. Within seconds, he's actively snoring.

You chuckle and glance over at Leah. "Guess it's just the two of us, now. At least for a little while," you say.

"Yeah," Leah says. She's looking at Derek with frustration and sounds subdued, but she flashes you a weary smile. All the same. Your heart pounds slightly harder - now's the time to make your move, if you're going to make some kind of move on her.