[h3]Katherine[/h3]

The sole mention of the nickname 'Kitty Kat' made Kat cringe. She was about to come back with a witty retort when she felt the girl's voice being alluring yet again. [color=6ecff6]"My name is not.... cute... at all...."[/color] And Kat was lost again. [color=6ecff6]"Yeah, let's go, Rebecca. I'm sure it is the atmosphere that's making me feel so... lightheaded. Let's get out of here."[/color] Kat approached the girl yet again and this time, took her arm and held it tightly against her. 

[color=6ecff6]"Where should we go? Where could be a good place to relax for a bit? Maybe..."[/color] She thought about it for a bit, and finally came up with a satisfying answer. Kat knew where she would feel most at ease. [color=6ecff6]"Should we go to my room? It's cozy, really comfortable, you know? I also want you to see it."[/Color] Kat said, smiling all the while with a blush in her cheeks. Though she knew it wasn't on her own volition, it was interesting nevertheless. Maybe she should let herself be swayed away by the girl's antics? It was really tempting now. 

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[h3]Drew[/h3]

[color=bc8dbf]"Yes, it is rather hot right now. Might be the adrenaline of all the dancing."[/color] Drew gulped audibly when he saw Bride loosening her clothes, and he took another sip of his drink. It was just perfect, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. How could he dare to stain the beauty of such a girl with something as vulgar as alcohol. He steeled himself, ready to get whatever retribution would fall upon him. [color=bc8dbf]"Bride, actually-!"[/color] And he was interrupted yet again by the intervention of his roommate. How disastrous.  Not only that, but when she turned her attention to the culprit, no, the accomplice of this crime, he felt some kind of omnious aura from Rosalyn. Call it instinct or whatever, but Drew knew it was a bad idea to let her know what had just happened. 

It was time to get his silver tongue to work, as well as his acting skills. He seemed shocked at the revelation of the punch being spiked. He put his cup near his nose and sniffed on it. [color=bc8dbf]"Wha? What kind of joke is this!? Who dared put alcohol inside this!? Don't they have a sense of decency?!"[/color] Drew seemed truly mad. He left his cup on the table and went to Rosa, bowing down as an apology. [Color=bc8dbf]"Forgive me, for letting Bride drink such a thing. It is no one's fault but mine. Punish me if you want, I will accept any kind of punishment you decide. However, you must believe one thing, I never intended for this to happen, neither did I know this thing was spiked."[/color] Drew just hoped that his roommate would buy it. It sounded convincing, it almost seemed like the truth. 

Still, in the remote case that Rosa didn't buy it, then he will use his next set of skills. His incredible power to get away from anyone he had pissed off, and then his ability to hide. 

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[h3]Angela[/h3]

[color=f6989d]"D-Dimwit!? Professor Gray, please, refrain from using such language! What if the students...? Gah!"[/color] Angela noticed Iyo dancing and stripping his clothes away. Her wings seriously were about to get out if she was surprised even more than this. [color=f6989d]"P-P-P-Professor Gray, please do something about that student!"[/color] She said, while trying to cover her eyes. It seemed sinful for an angel to lay eyes upon a minor, then again, she was seeing through the gaps of her fingers since it was her duty as a demon. She was still blusing like crazy, though. [color=f6989d]"J-Just do something, and I'll do my best to cure you of your hangover, but please, do something about him!"[/color] 

She then turned to Quincy. She thought of shaking him, but it would be rude. [color=f6989d]"And you, mister Quincy! Please, stop sleeping already and do something to control things! Otherwise, I... I...!"[/color] She would have no option but to make use of her own powers to stop him from doing anything. Maybe strucking him with a sloth feather and send him to sleep? It was the best she could do, yes, but she still had to look for the right opportunity to pluck one of her feathers out and throw it at him.