((Permission from Slamexo to move Dave out with this post as well.))
Joe nodded again. "Okay. We'll... we'll go around the edges, there wuh... will be less people there. Easier." Joe pushed open the bathroom door, looking back to make sure Dave was following. It would be a waste if, after all this, he accidentally left Dave in the bathroom.
Looking at the floor, he spotted the shoes of the girl that'd been lingering around the bathroom and looking for Dave. Joe tried looking up at her, but he had trouble and settled for feet.
"Gotta... outside. Grandparents. Keep... keep an eye on... on him. Don't, um... no panic, just... make sure he keeps breathing."
Joe jerked his head towards the exit before treading slowly in that direction, skirting around the edges of the room and looking back regularly to make sure the other two were following. He didn't look around for Travis. Jerk could be drowning in a punch bowl, for all Joe cared at the moment. (Okay, that was a little rough. Joe would just be grumpy towards him for a few days, most likely. He had problems with being angry at the few friends he had, and Travis was the first friend he ever made.)
He also didn't look for Marcus. Marcus might wonder where he'd gone, but that couldn't be helped. He'd forget all about Joe in a couple of minutes, and probably enjoy the night a lot more than if Joe had been floating around behind him, making painfully awkward conversation. Didn't matter that Joe was running off, there were good reasons and it wasn't like he was ditching on anything important, like if they'd gone there together or--
Yeah, was better this way.
((Joe Carrasco and Dave Russell continued in Coming Down