Maybe he was feeling masochistic tonight. He had picked up a conversation with an acquaintance, all the while distracted by watching Dempsey out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't that hard, he was as subtle as an erumpet on a good day, but drunk, well, it was even easier.

Which of course was how he noticed Dempsey slip off, out of the crowd while after staring at his drink for a little while. Hudson had downed another one of his own, feeling the buzz settling into his veins, though he was far from drunk. It was a good place to be, to help settle the nerves that always seemed to accompany Don Juan's presence these days.

Against his better judgement, Dean followed Dempsey far enough away from the party. He would rather the man stay in one piece and if he was hell bent on getting into trouble night, Dean was going to at least make sure he wasn't by himself while doing it. He ran a hand through his hair at watching Dempsey enter a building he was certainly not allowed to be in. "Stupidly, yes." He replied simply as he closed the door behind him and leaned against it. "I did say I would prefer you not snuggle the deadly creatures, or with fireworks."