They were looking at you, holy hell why couldn't they just look away? Arthur had brought you out to a bar as a date and after he'd left to chat with someone for a minute, you'd begun to feel the creeping of eyes on you. They were talking about you. They were probably all staring at you when your back was turned. Planning to jump you now that Arthur was off somewhere, Christ he was taking a long time. The bartender commented on the amount of glasses that littered the area around you and you snapped back that he needed to mind his own business. The room's chatter quieted down slightly and you felt your neck practically burning from all the stares on you, invisible hands practically clasped around your neck and choking you out, though when you turned around the confront them, they all seemed engrossed in their own conversations, happily chatting away or laughing with friends. You swallowed hard and cast a glance around the room as you searched for Arthur, the few snatches of eye contact you made with the people only served to drive home that you thought they wanted you dead. Their eyes were malicious and malignant, though when you did double takes they seemed cheery and filled with mirth. You couldn't take this anymore, damn it these people would jump you like wolves the minute you let your guard down. They'd drag you out back, gut you groin to sternum and-and- You sat back down and gripped a glass tightly in your hand before fumbling out cash and tossing it in a crumbled ball towards the bartender as you shoved past people to reach the exit. Only stopping when the warmth of Arthur's hand grasped your shoulder, concern etched on his face as he spoke "Y'alright?" He showed up now that you were leaving? How convenient. In reality he'd noticed you stumbling your way to the exit and taken that as his cue to go help you. Though you didn't see it that way. He probably wanted to keep you in this room because he knew about whatever conspiracy or plot the patrons had to spill your guts. He was probably in on it.