Dylan had left before Dave's speech, before anything of substance had happened at the wedding, really, besides the actual wedding. A skinny brown haired woman had smiled at him and told him she recognized him, and that had been enough to drive him away from whatever else would be coming. So he had bummed a cigarette and a light off of another mortal, and then picked his way through the gardens. When Dave appeared, he smiled, but that smile stiffened slightly when he realized that the older man was stone drunk off his ass. He pushed himself up to a sitting position and pulled the cigarette from his lips, not offering it to Dave because it might ignite all the alcohol on his breath. Instead he leaned over and set his temple on Dave's shoulder. "Too fucking weird." He said with a shrug, took another drag on the cigarette, and then continued, "All those people, all that noise, and I don't know which of them could melt my face off if they wanted to. You're really drunk, you know." He added.