Rosalyn
Bride was rather annoying when she was drunk. But then again, wasn't everybody? She was refusing to settle down and sleep until she saw her mom. Rosalyn sighed, this was going to be tough. "Okay. When we get back to my dorm we'll call your mom." He said, hoping it would be that easy. But it probably wouldn't be, nothing ever was. It didn't take long get to the dorm and get Bride inside. Once they were, Rosalyn set the drunk girl on the couch. "Do you have a cellphone? Let's call your mom." Then Rosalyn would get to explain to his new friend's mom how her daughter got drunk at school.
Rosalyn hoped Bride would be allowed to come back after that. Some parents would take the prank as the school being dangerous for their precious babies. All the weak children with the stupid parents would be weeded out by tomorrow, making the school a stronger place over all. As cruel as it was to think that way, it was how Rosalyn had been trained. Weed out the weak and you're left the those capable of fighting to the death. At least in the Battleblood family that is.
Leon
Apparently Victorique had a horrible memory as Leon found out. But at least they were getting somewhere. And she wanted to eat lunch with him tomorrow. She seemed pretty set of going somewhere with the other girl, so who was he to stop her? She seemed happy enough, even with the situation seeming strange. "Okay sure. I will see you at lunch tomorrow then." Leon wondered where he should go, he did not want to stay at the party that's for sure. He decided to try the library again and maybe read some Game of Thrones. He had seen the TV show but hadn't read the books yet. Well, if the school library had them that is.
Leon was going to leave when he accidentally locked eyes with the girl that wasn't Victorique. And then something weird happened. Her lips didn't move, but he could clearly hear her threatening him. So she was some sort of possessive bitch? She couldn't have been speaking telepathically, that kind of thing only happened in video games and movies and books, well the point was fantasy, it was a fantasy thing. "The cough is the least of my worries, bitch." He said fiercely while giving her the middle finger. For some reason he felt like he should be feisty against her. certainly wasn't going to give up, he liked Victorique, she was kind enough to offer to help raise the money to save him and she didn't have those same pitying eyes that everybody else had. He wasn't going to let a possessive girl like this one stop him from hanging out with her.
Leon waited until the two had left, not entirely okay with it still. As they walked away Leon kept his middle finger trained on the possessive girl's back. Then when they were out of sight Leon headed off too, in the search of the nice quiet escape of the library.
Quincy
The kid who had spiked the punch seemed to cared about his brother. At least he had that going for him. But how much could somebody really care about another person if they put then at risk for alcohol poisoning like that. With Matthias gone, the kid put on a tough persona and started acting like the delinquent he probably was. Pretending not to be bothered by any of this, when he really probably was. "You are going to keep your ass in the chair until your brother wakes. Then you are going to take him home. We should have phone numbers on file so we can call your mother without you here and when you come to school tomorrow, or whenever you decide to come in next, your punishment will start." Quincy said, the last part trailing off into a yawn.
Quincy was so tired, he just wanted to lay his head down and take a nap on the table. Restore his energy after using his healing magic. But he had to stay awake and make sure the kid who spiked the punch didn't leave his brother behind. Because obviously he couldn't trust the guy. And while he did seem to care, the alcohol thing made it very hard to trust him. Quincy knew he was going to be awake a lot tomorrow taking care of the kid's mess. Wasting energy that didn't have to be wasted and taking care of those poor, miserable hangover students. At least the brother wasn't going to be one of them.