Eventually, without having taken a drink, I made my way back toward the cigarette smoking head of our little gang. Well, at least internally I called it ours, but I figured that he wouldn't have taken too kindly to me having said that already. Still, I looked up toward him with a wry expression. "Why aren't you back there? I was having the time of my life, though I wanted to keep an out eye just in case." I was getting at the fact that I thought someone might try to mess with us on our own turf.