The dinner passed with relative ease. Joe didn't pass out on his food, and everyone slipped in to conversation with minimal effort. By the time that they got out and paid the bill--thanks, Salem!-- a good deal of time had passed. It was an uneventful trip back to the Redgraves', and by then it was already pretty late. Joe was planning to head back to his apartment, wondering if the landlord had kicked him out yet for not paying the rent. No way, he was far too charming fo something like that to happen. Luckily, the Redgrave children had offered him a place on their couch, which was awesome.<br/><br/>So thus ensued movie night, which had much to be desired. Quality movies that people wanted to see weren't available on pay-per-view or Netflix, so they were stuck with the shitty stuff. Even though he was enjoying himself immensely, Joe found himself sort of dozing. What time was it? He tried to look at the time on the TV box beneath the actual TV, but that would involve him having to get up in order to get a look, so he just decided that he'd doze off and that would be that. Maybe Salem or Mary had a phone that had the time on their person?<br/><br/>"Yo," Joe called, to either of the siblings. "What time is it?" He shifted on the chair he had been dozing in and moved forward. He didn't exactly like being back in their house after the incident early this evening, but he was much too comfortable to move or leave to go to his own place. Even if he wasn't kicked out yet, he didn't have air conditioning. In the swampy, humid summers of Washington D.C. that was a definite no-go. He wouldn't go back to his place if he had to.