Laurel, open.
Laurel is shiny with sweat and glitter when she steps out onto the balcony. She lifts her hair up and off of her neck and thinks about removing her mask, but then thinks better.
This is really fun! Right? Everything's great, there's no reason to feel weird. No reason! Fun, fun. She'll go back in soon and just dance until midnight, or hang out at the pretend bar, or find someone who wants to snuggle or kiss until the end of the line. Okay. Yeah.