The entire thing felt surreal, but not in a bad way - the music probably helped with that, loud enough to chase away any thoughts and worries she might have had and leave a pleasant sort of buzz behind. She was glad that Boyd ordered their drinks, since she'd never even heard of half the things people ordered over the pulse of music. She wasn't entirely trusting of the college boys who decided to pipe up, so she settled on copying Boyd in pretending to listen to what they were saying.
Hannah couldn't help but watch some of the people dancing as Boyd tugged her back, envious of women who moved with a smooth confidence she could only dream of. Was it grand? Well, it was certainly something, but she turned her head to the side and grinned. "Yeah," she laughed, her voice swallowed up by the noise.
She hadn't expected the shots to taste good, but the taste was unfamiliar as well and it drew out a choked laugh once she'd downed them. It was with the faintest hint of hesitation that she took her own mask, but when they boys leaned forward and shouted something about dancing, he glanced back at her friend for confirmation or refusal. She knew she was being a terrible follower, but she had practically no experience with this kind of thing.