You watch the two walk away then look around the room.
The pack is slowly dispersing. You see Nikolas in his new mailman uniform, checking his watch as he rushes for the door. Marta and Joe are also heading out, probably going back to their apartments for a bit of peace and quiet. Everyone else looks like they're getting comfortable in the den.
Sergi and the Alpha are at the far side of the room, heads close, voices low. Vicky's standing in the corner, arms crossed, scanning the crowd. Ed is sinking into a massive orange lounge chair, hunched over his phone. You can't see Marco, but his scent is in the air. You know he can't be far.
You probably have enough time to talk to one, maybe two people before the Alpha notices you're still awake and drags you to bed kicking and screaming.