Jack was a little tired. He was tired of all these people. The stress of having to play host and a gracious one at that. But he exuded confidence. Making his way through the crowd was easy. People parted ways for him. He'd give them a smile and nod, maybe even a couple of cordial sentences at most. Everyone was having a good time. Drunk and eating. Some of the less restrained had made a mess of the table cloth. Spilling wine and food all over it. It dripped onto the wooden floor, looking a bit like blood.
But it was almost over. Then he could relax. He caught sight of Ambrosia. She was ever efficient, silent and polite. The press of the crowds made seem easy to be out of her notice but he knew that wasn't true. The maid was ever. . . attentive. The night whiled on. His guests grew drunker and drunker, liable to start making more and more messes and less savory wines as wine stains.
It was time to put them all out. With a few words he got them to clear out. He looked over his poorly used den and dining room. "I should stop giving them excuses for boorish behavior," He noted with a little sigh.