"I'm not leaving you in the bar, Bitty," Derek says with a laugh, reaching out to pat his hand where it's resting on his thigh. He leaves it there for a moment, but something makes him pull it away.

He tugs on Bitty's shoulder and slides out of the booth, pulling his keys out of his pocket. "I know walking is hard, but think of how happy you'll be when you're in your own bed."

There's a few tote bags on the bar and Derek goes over to grab them, and then smirks fondly at the picture Bitty makes, all tousled and sleepy. "Come on. Alpha's orders."