Bobby was completely out of it. His head was pounding in time with the music and he wasn't sure at all where he was. He wasn't completely sure what he was wearing. He winced a little when someone spoke to him, shouting over the music. It took a couple of seconds for him to recognize the voice.
"Not a clue." He turned and looked at his cousin, trying hard not to giggle at her sweater. He felt a hand on his shoulder and another on his hip, tensing a little as the women that were now behind him seemed to be fondling him. He turned back to them and quickly told them that they needed to leave, being as polite as possible before turning back to Adele.
"I think we need to get out of here." Maybe then his headache would go away.