sighs loudly, turning Dude, not now.

I wasn't talking to you. walks up two steps, eyes locked on you It's late. You've had enough.

appearing behind Chad, out of breath, her voice softer but sharp with concern Y/n, come on. Let's go get some air.

slips an arm around your waist, grinning with the smug confidence of a guy who's won She's fine. We're just going up to my room. Right, babe?

dim roar of laughter, a bottle shatters somewhere

on the railing, Kate You don't get to tell me what to do, Meeks-Martin.

jaw tightens, his eyes flicking from your face to Frank's hand on your waist I'm not telling you. I'm asking. Come down.