Rosalyn
Rosalyn was having fun dancing, he really was. But he couldn't help but keep an eye on Bride and his room mate as he danced. He didn't trust a perv like him as far as a dead cat could throw him. Especially around his friends. His expression went from determination to a death glare that shouldn't have been possible for someone as cute as him. Everybody in the room who looked at him would be able to tell exactly who the glare was aimed at. It was a miracle that his room mate hadn't burst into flames yet, or simply dropped dead going by the phrase if looks could kill.
He paused mid step as Bride adjusted her ribbon, seemingly intentionally showing a bit more skin. Was she really flirting with a pervert? It wasn't going to end well for her. "Boy this dancing is making me tired." He lied to the disco guy. "You keep being awesome, I'm gonna go get a drink." Of course he real intention was possible murder.
Rosalyn walked over to the punch bowl. "Hey guys, just thought I'd grab a quick drink. Don't mind me!" He said with a fake smile as he made himself a cup of punch. A single sip told him everything he needed to know and he gentle took the cup from Bride's hand. "Bride, darling, somebody put alcohol in the punch. You don't want to drink anymore of that." He then turned his attention to his room mate. "As for you... You drank first." He said pronouncing the last sentence slowly and carefully.
Leon
Leon's dizzy spell lasted far longer than his one earlier had. By the time he had his senses back, everyone surrounding him was gone. The short girl and Victorique were standing near another group of girls, friends of hers maybe. And the rude guy was no where to be found. He shook his head to clear it, remembering how concerned Victorique had been about him. He should probably go over and tell her everything was okay. But that would involve voluntarily going near a group of people. Leon clutched his backpack and took a deep breath. He couldn't just leave the girl hanging.
He walked over to the group of girls, feeling like he was interrupting something. "Um, Victorique, I'm sorry for scaring you like that. I'm fine now, it was just a dizzy spell. Happens all the time." The nice thing about those was that they weren't harmful as long as he wasn't near stairs or anything like that. He did his best to ignore the fact that he could be surrounded very easily and just focused on apologizing to his new friend.
Quincy
Quincy was sleeping soundly, despite the noise and smells surrounding him. Until the sound of scuffling feet reached his ears. Those feet were very close to him. Was somebody trying to get his attention? The school nurse opened his eyes and lifted his head. Lazily rubbing his eyes while yawning as he did. He sniffed the air, still smelling the alcohol, and was now hearing a drunk student. Something was definitely going on, and as school nurse, and sex ed teacher (XD), it was his job to fix it. But first there was the problem right in front of him. "Do you need something?" He asked in a sleepy voice, still trying to pinpoint the smell of the alcohol.
It was then that his sleepy brain finally put it together. Somebody had probably spiked the punch. Whoever it was had better be caught and punished. There would be a lot of people complaining of hangovers tomorrow. That was going to be annoying for him. But really that was the only thing that concerned him, a little alcohol never hurt anybody... Wait that was a horrible lie actually, a little alcohol could hurt a lot of people.