Hugo pushed forward, dodging elbows, stepping over feet, and squeezing through the dense crowd of the dance floor.
It was like trying to escape a zombie apocalypse, except instead of zombies trying to eat him, it was drunk partygoers who either didn't notice him or noticed him a little too much.
And by that, he meant...
Someone just touched his belt. For the third time!
What in the fresh hell?!
Hugo's eyes widened in panic as he felt a hand casually brush against his crotch again, fingers lightly grazing his belt buckle.
WHO WAS TRYING TO UNDO HIM LIKE A GIFT BOX?!
He whipped his head around, trying to find the culprit, but the flashing lights and the sea of people made it impossible to tell.
Then, he felt another hand on his lower back. Hugo nearly jumped out of his skin.
'I'M BEING LOOTED ALIVE.'
How come no one had ever mentioned anything about this dreadful experience?
Run!