This was the best part, wasn't it? To be hoisted on shoulders and poured booze over and celebrated while women flashed their breasts. Only Loras didn't want any of it. These were not honourable men, and he didn't want to be exalted by them. They disgusted him, they smelled, they lied, they wanted to kill the old woman Obi lived with...
No, Loras didn't care to be celebrated by them.
He almost hadn't escaped the throng, but he was smaller than most of them and had put on his hoodie. He left everything else there and hid in an exit hall until he spotted Obi and grabbed hold of the man's arm, not caring if he startled him. He tugged to get Obi in the hall, noticing the girl was also there. She could come, too. He just wanted to get them out of this disgusting place.