It is not easy keeping a watch on a group of boisterous, young people with party masks on.
They sing with hoarse voices not recognizable after excessive alcohol intake. They dance to music he is not familiar with. They kiss randomly, and then, slink out on the beach in pairs or groups. His eyes kept looking for that one girl he cared about. He is darned possessive about her, but she thinks it is restrictive.
Peace descends, when he hears the familiar voice close to him,
“Dad, at least put your trousers on. We are going home. I am safe.”