Open to Dylan
A Drug party was never a fun time for Dave, at least until he stopped working. There was a list to check, there were immortals to attempt to recognize, there were date-rape Drugs to keep an eye on... well, there were a lot of factors that played into working the door and the fact that Dylan was with him was rather distracting. Still, it was a rough and stressful few hours before Cam came to relieve Dave of his post and by that time, the immortals had arrived and Dave didn't feel bad leaving Cam working the door.
Grinning as he tugged at Dylan's hand, pulling him away from the door and waiting until they were a decent ways away from the throng at the front door to stop and try to gesture at Dylan. The earplugs were annoying but it was better than the alternative and the music was rather loud. Dave didn't want a repeat of the last time Dylan had heard music and his mental illness had been triggered. "Want to go find some smack?" He mouthed, miming the motions of wrapping a tourniquet around his arm with a questioning look in his eyes even as he tugged Dylan in against his side.