v: chronicled - after the party there's the afterparty

Charlie and Andrew had taken their leave of Matt her hand on Andrew's arm to keep him steady. At first, their goal was a couch to sit and hang out and goof off and probably get a drink or two in Charlie since she'd stuck to soda. But she'd changed directions because something felt wrong. Or maybe Andrew had made a sound. Either way, the couch was a bad idea.

They wove their way through the crowd, her arm going around his waist as they went because it almost seemed like his wobbly gait had become worse. She stops long enough to ask someone where the bathroom was, get's told there are a few before the guy dissolves into giggles and...

"Dude. Which one is closest? I don't have the patience for your bullshit." She doesn't annoy easily, but this was an emergency and she had no patience. Thank God the guy points out a nearby bathroom, one that someone else is headed to.

A quick glance at that someone's back pocket and out their cellphone goes, sliding down the hall and away from their destination. The phone is chased and Andrew and Charlie duck inside the bathroom, Charlie locking the door behind them when the telekinetically pick-pocketed individual starts shouting.

"There are four other bathrooms! Find another one!" Charlie turns to look at Andrew. "Don't tell Matt." About the phone thing.