Rosalyn
Rosalyn didn't believe it at all when Drew pretended to be shocked at the fact that there was alcohol in the punch. The taste was incredibly obvious, even somebody who hadn't had it before would know something was off. The perv was obviously trying to get away with something. But the sight of the perv fearfully groveling at Rosalyn's feet was putting the trap in a better mood. Drew definitely deserved some sort of punishment. But there was also Bride to deal with. The girl hadn't listened to Rosalyn when he told her to not drink the punch. And apparently her tolerance was zero.
The trap sighed and used some of his strength to pull Drew to his feet. He very lightly smacked him upside the head. "You're lucky that I care more about Bride than you." He said with a scary smile. Rosalyn grabbed hold of Bride and simply picked the drunken girl up bridal style. Then he leaned in close to Drew, so his lips were right near one of the pervs ears. "But if you ever attempt to take advantage of her again. I'll rip your manhood off and shove it so far up your ass that it'll have to be surgically removed." Drew could tell from his tone that the trap was dead serious.
Rosalyn stepped back and smiled again. "I hope you don't mind me taking Bride to our room for a little while to sober up!" He said, not posing it as a question. With that he walked away with Bride in his arms, allowing Drew to live another day.
Quincy
Before Angela could answer Quincy's question. The school drunk shambled up demanding pain killers. Quincy had two settings, not caring, and liking something. Quincy hated Matthias. The man refused to listen to the school nurse when the man told him he wouldn't be in pain if he stopped drinking. Or that he was destroying his liver. Sure Quincy could have extracted the toxins from the alcohol, but again, only if the man would allow him. "And its typical of you to be killing yourself with a bottle." Quincy said in a flat tone. "You wouldn't need pain killers if you stopped being an alcoholic."
Lazy as he was, the mouse rose up from his seat and confronted Matthias. Though the fight that never was lasted all but two seconds. Because Quincy tapped two fingers to the drunk's forehead, activating his sleep magic. He put Matthias to sleep for about fifteen minutes to half an hour. Long enough for him to sober up a little bit. He pushed the man so that he was sitting in a chair and didn't end up on the floor. He fished out the drunk's flask as well, tucking it away in his own pocket for the time being. It would a complete waste of the energy used in knocking Matthias out if the man just kept drinking when he woke up.
Angela told him to do something about the drunk students. Quincy sighed, he was up already so he may as well have. "Miss Angela, could you confiscate the punch bowl please?" He said, again thinking only about the energy he would waste taking care of the students only for more to get drunk. "I'll take care of the stripping student." Without waiting for a response from the other teacher, Quincy walked up to the drunk, stripping, student. He tapped the kid on the forehead, knocking him out for about the same time he did Matthias. Only this time he was way to lazy to catch him and just let the student drop to the floor. He didn't care who spiked the punch bowl, he just cared about the energy he was wasting because somebody thought putting dangerous substances in a place that anybody could get to them was funny.
This will probably be Rosalyn in my next post.