[Des squints at the men and then moves through the crowd, shoving and pushing his way through the sea, trying to look, for all the world, like another desperate Swimfan trying to get to the stage, except he veers in the direction of the two men's table and stops a good twelve feet from it, swaying to the music in an awkward way that can't possibly be construed as anything more than some guy really caught up in the performance. And, really, when half of everyone is too busy with the woman on stage, who could possibly notice someone's a little... Off.]
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