"Yes, sir." I saluted like an army man and then walked inside.
I made my way towards the bar and sat there watching everyone. I tried to ignore the obvious stares the bartender was giving me. My eyes scanned the crowded place searching for the man I danced with. I did not see his face but if I heard every single male voice then I'd surely catch his up.
Shaking my head at my own stupid idea, I stood up and went outside. Peter said not to move and so I went and sat on the bench. I closed my eyes as tiredness washed over me. I was exhausted and tired and drunk and tired but I was still very much exhausted, not as much as tired I was but definitely drunk than I ever was.
