Hoo Let the Dan Out

It was important to me that I retained my anonynimat
my anonymoun
that no one knew who I was while parading around as (groan) "Owlfie". Not that I care if people found out afterwards, but it takes something away if you know the person on the inside. Freedom. I heard many comments from people wondering who it was in the suit, and two people guessed it might be the Commandant, an AF Brigadier General (particularly after I'd decked the Vice Commandant, a Navy Captain). The problem was that we're in the thick of things at school, with several group projects due these last two weeks. One of my groups wanted to get together to work on our briefing, and suggested this particular Friday, but I said I'd be helping set up for the Fest (which was true) in the morning. Maybe late afternoon? We agreed on 2pm at the beer tent.
So sometime in there (Owlfie doesn't wear a watch, nor a wedding ring, which was very odd -- I never realized how often I absent-mindedly rub my ring; its absence was jarring), I sauntered over and saw two of my group members.
Big Right Wing Wave.
"Hi, owl."
I pointed, as much as you can while standing in a quilt, at Jay's watch. I pointed at Rob. I pointed at me.
"I think he wants a beer."
Our briefing was supposed to cover drug legalization; I thought I'd try charades, and tried to mimic someone shooting heroin into his arm.
"Sounds like...?" Rob tried.
Without being able to chastise him on his charade-solving category knowledge, I decided to let him go with sounds like, and gave him a hug. Drug sounds like hug.
"Okay, dude, you have way too hairy knees to be hugging me."
I wandered off in a faux-avian huff.
No, dammit. No--these guys will not be left thinking Dan had blown them off. Once more into the breach.
Firmer big right wing wave. Dammit.
"You must be pretty hot in there."
I pointed at Jay's watch again. At Rob. At Rob's book bag.

"...Maybe this is Dan the Man here!"
Good ol' Jay.