Ennis squints up at the stars. His contacts are getting dry. He wishes they weren't dry, but more than that... he wishes he wasn't too oily for glasses. NO, WAIT, NO he takes that back.

He squints harder and holds his breath as if that makes the wish count For Real This Time. He hopes Anon will sneak into another event so they can hang out.

Or, like... more contact solution would be chill too. Or bottle of blueberry vodka like he had at Cam's house.

Ennis wanders off to refill his drink.