Wes covered his face with his hand with frustration. High people have no logic. he thought to himself angrily. The trainer before him tried to stand once more, yet couldn't make his limbs work correctly in his daze. He adjusted the glasses upon his nose, and tried to help the trainer stand, but Alan was too busy hysterically laughing and sticking his tongue out to understand that Wes was trying to help. He stopped helping after a moment and sat back on his haunches. Ears starting to capture conversation outside, Wes turned to find a crowd outside of the bathroom door around the two men. The students seemed confused by the men's appearance and rambled on in their half-drunken states until Mike commanded his Quilava with a yell. Wes' eyes grew wide as the grunts and the flaming Quilava went out of view. He left the two struggling trainers to their own devices and rushed out of the bathroom with a cry,
"Mike, what are you doing! You're going to burn the whole building down!" The trainer cut his way through the crowd and placed a hand on Mike's shoulder as he reached the door. The grunts had escaped the room, but were not fleeing in the slightest. Wes now stood in front of the crowd before the door and caught a view of a grunt fishing in his trench coat. Wes peered forward to find a small device in the grunt's waving hand and heard the threat that accompanied it. This is blackmail! I can't just give them Alan... his mind said quickly. He adjusted his glasses nervously as images flew through his mind of the explosion and his black-out. An Ultra-Ball was thrown to the dorm floor with a command that Wes could not catch, yet he seemed to realize what was going on after a moment.
A mighty roar shook the building as an Aggron appeared from the capsule. The large Pokemon stood in front of the doorway as the grunt continued to wave the device around and threatened to level the Girl's Dorm. Wes' eyes shone with anger, he wouldn't let another terrorist attack happen if he could help it. The trainer waved his hand for the grunt's to find him and shouted over the raucous of students behind him,
"I'll get you want you want! Just wait here and don't do anything rash!" The trainer cut his way through the tight crowd once of students once more. As he exited the crowd, the trainer began a quick trot to the bathroom door. Wes burst into the room, nearly slipping on the tile, and said,
"Alan, it's time to go." He walked over to the trainer's side with a mixture of regret and determination. This is probably a good thing to get rid of him. He has something to do with all of this. He cheated us. he thought as he grabbed Alan's arm. With all of his strength, Wes pulled the intoxicated student to his feet - draping his arm around his neck to offer support.
"Dude, you're like a log. How did you get so heavy?" he asked with surprise. Wes turned his head and called back to Jezebel who still sat on the floor.
"Uh, just stay here, okay?" As if she could do anything else. his mind said. Wes began leading the trainer out of the door with a feeling of dread.