 People pushing past, you know, trying to get to the bar, so it wasn't a rude atmosphere, but, you know, a crowded bar where people are pushing one another. When talking about it, it brings back the smell of the place, a bit beery, a smell of happiness, really, a smell of an anticipation of a very happy evening ahead. Was it sweaty? A bit sweaty, but it was still early, so it hadn't quite reached that peak of smelling of poppers and urine yet.