With legs that felt like jelly, Brad stood up, shooting Rusty a look. "Don't offer up my bed!" he protested with a slur. "Give him your bed!" Bending down, he grabbed Peter by the ankles and lifted him up, helping Rusty carry him toward the stairs. "W-wait, hang on... what, what, did he say he's not in college? So is he.... oh shit is he a teacher or something??" A grin broke out onto his face. "Did we get a teacher hammered?? Oh wow that's hysterical!" He had forgotten, for the moment, that there was a high school on campus as well. And why would he remember? He was in college, and most colleges were individual. But, sluggishly, the realization came to him, and he stopped in their tracks, almost dropping Peter's knees. "Oh shit," he said seriously, the mirth dropping from his expression. "Rus! I think he's a high school kid!"