the music shook the house, everyone; drunk or sober bumping shoulders every time they moved. Wilbur’s eyes grazed over the crowd of people as he leaned against the wall, finding his own personal space, just him and this wall.he held a drink in a his hand, his long fingers gently holding the rim of the red solo cup by his side. you.you stood in a corner, hiding from everyone, your breathing quick and panicky.