Molly & Wesson
After promising to take care of Logan, it was probably less then ten minutes when he promptly lost her. To be fair it wasn't entirely his fault when she suddenly turned to him and told him he had to get to the demon for her sister, but she had to go do something and for him not worry. And as he was grabbing for her hand she shouted she was sorry and disappeared in a crowd of people.
"Corey is going to kill me if this game doesn't get me first," he grumbled, standing on tip toes trying to look through the crowd in the hallway, looking for Logan. Letting out a sigh he gave up. Logan was long gone and he couldn't get through the crowd that was crowding around a couple who was probably fucking or something. Running a hand through his hair he turned back towards the dorms he knew Xander California was in. Moving back out into the courtyard he squinted in the bright sunlight, hand up to shield his eyes from the sun as he reoriented himself. Sense of direction wasn't exactly his forte.
Picking the direction he thought was the one, he crossed the courtyard, trying to avoid the packs of students and whatever shenanigans they were up to as he wondered if he could offer Xander anything that could make all FOUR of them immune to the game. Although he was positive Logan had been given a dare and was off doing it now, so what was he supposed to do. He paused in his quest as he wrestled with wether he should go find Logan or press on to get to Xander.
Taking out his phone he texted Logan, telling her to come back to the courtyard, that whatever her dare was, Xander could change it or cancel it, she didn't have to do it if they got there in time. And his text went unanswered. Sighing loudly, he ran a hand through his dark hair again, one of his more prominent habits. And that's when he heard a group of jocks harassing a girl to his left. The young man couldn't just let it be, even if he was NOT their size. Especially when the girl was one of those shy, embarrassed types tugging down her very short skirt, much like Corey had been earlier. Letting out a sigh, knowing he was probably about to get into trouble, like he'd just yelled at Colt about, he walked over to where she was standing looking very uncomfortable in what could probably be classified as a belt and not a skirt, and a crop top.
The lewd commentary as she tried to walk away made Wess roll his eyes. Why weren't they even clever in their suggestions? The girl looked like she wanted to cry and as he drew closer he recognized her as a girl in his advanced theoretical metaphysics class. She was that girl that always wore oversized sweaters, long skirts or pants and hid behind her long hair and round glasses. It was clear this outfit was a dare and she was mortified.
"Claire!" Wess raised a hand in greeting as he walked past the group of jocks, reaching the girl he'd literally spoken to like a handful of times and only about theoretical metaphysics. She looked up at him, pushing her glasses up on her nose a terrified look on her face until she recognized him.
"Hey I was looking for you everywhere," he continued. "Since I've got this free time now, I thought I'd work on that thesis paper for our metaphysics class and wanted your opinion on the difference on rational vs irrational magick and the influence it has on differential chaos theory in relation to ley lines?"
The silence that reached his ears almost made him smirk but he kept a straight face, smiling warmly at Claire who looked relieved at his rescue as she nodded emphatically and moved to his side. Which was when one of the guys recovered and made a lewd comment about what they'd really be doing with their free time.