Huffing out a sound that's half annoyance and half laughter, I turn back to look at the people turning to look this way, some of them being more obvious about it than others. I don't focus on any one of them and they bleed into a sea of eyes, of skin, of murmured voices.

They're faceless, even though I've seen at least a few familiar ones tonight. The idea of them stumbling in on this isn't really as awkward as maybe it should be. But that's just me, I guess.