Chapter 25

Travis ended up giving his drink to Alex, because he figured if Alex was going to get wasted out of his mind, he should have a sober Alpha looking after him. Todrick had found a group of Betas to hang out with, as they'd all been nerd-ing out about the same topic of discussion. When Mitch and Scott walked back over to the others, Alex was pretty far gone, Mitch close behind. Mitch suddenly turned to Scott, pointing out a small bruise on his arm. "Look what that meanie did to me!" Travis' eyes widened at the bruise, and he looked to Scott for an explanation. "What happened?!" Scott leaned down to kiss the bruise, before looking at Travis. "Some random Alpha practically ran through him. Mitch and I came to the conclusion that he had too much alcohol, and was running for the nearest bathroom." Alex suddenly hugged Mitch as tight as he could. "Aww, you poor thing. Someone bumped into me too! Well..." He glanced behind him at the large crowd. "Lots of someones." A few more minutes passed like this, until Mitch leaned against Scott for a moment. "Alpha, I don't feel very good... Could I please go to the bathroom?" Scott quickly scooped him up, carrying him bridal style to get away from all the people, before he set him back on his feet. "What's wrong, baby? Do you feel like you're going to be sick?" "Maybe. I don't know." Travis and Alex hurried to follow them, Alex having to lean on Travis completely once they'd gotten there. Travis set a hand on Mitch's back. "Is everything okay?" Scott glanced around to find the bathroom they'd used the first time. "Yeah, he just needs a bathroom." Alex grabbed Mitch's hand then, his speech a little slow due to the alcohol. "I want to go with you!" Scott hurried toward the bathroom, pushing both Omegas along. He appreciated this bathroom particularly, because it was separated by Rank. Alex rushed Mitch into the bathroom, opening the door for him. Alex then glanced back at Scott. "We'll be back in a few. Don't go anywhere." Scott just blinked at him. "Where the Hell would I go without him?" Travis frowned at Scott, after the Omegas had disappeared. "Poor guy... Is this Mitch's first time trying alcohol?" "He's had a few sips before. But I've never let him have that much. My mistake." "I totally understand. Alex used to be so bad at handling it... He couldn't even drink wine. It made him all... Weird." "Alex already kind of acts like he's been drinking. I can't imagine what he'd be like completely drunk." Travis just laughed. Scott frowned, wishing his Omega would come back to him faster. Travis nodded slowly, understanding. "I feel bad. I wish we could go in and help them. But I'll be honest, I prefer the Ranking bathrooms more than the gender ones. Those make me nervous." "Me too." Scott stared at the door of the bathroom, almost like a dog waiting for their owner to come home. "Do you think he's okay? Should I go and check?" Travis chuckled, setting a hand on Scott's back. "Dude, they've been in there for like a minute and a half. They're fine. You'd be able to smell Mitch's pain if there was a problem." Scott nodded, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. Travis was right. Scott couldn't smell anything, so-- Scott froze, but tilted his head a little. He couldn't smell anything. "Travis... Something's wrong." "You're freaking yourself out, Scott. Calm down." "No. I'm being serious." Scott didn't wait for another answer, as he stormed into the bathroom, and kicked some of the stalls. "Mitch? Where are you, Mitchie?" Getting to the biggest stall, Travis now behind him, Scott could faintly hear Mitch whimpering, and the sound motivated him to kick the door so hard it fell from it's hinges. (TRIGGER WARNING, BBS) And there stood Tony, pinching Alex's nose while covering his mouth. Mitch looked almost unconscious, as he lay on the floor, unmoving, his pants halfway down his legs. Scott's eyes immediately switched into their darkest shade of Alpha red, as he took two steps forward and punched Tony in the nose. Alex fell to the ground immediately, his body too weak to hold himself up. Travis marched over, giving Tony a swift kick in the ribs before he knelt beside Alex to be sure he was still breathing. Scott pulled up Mitch's pants, but didn't bother zipping them, as he gathered Mitch up in his arms.