reticently commented on blueridgemod's post in blueridgeschool:

It was hard to miss the commotion that was going on the dance floor, and Rath had looked over a few times to see what was happening, but with the people gathering around, it was hard to see what exactly was going on. He figured it was just another fight that was none of his business, and instead had been focusing on having a good time himself.

However, as soon as he heard a bottle break, he turned around to look and caught a glimpse of the stricken look on his sister’s face. Without a second thought, he headed over, long legs carrying him to the scene quickly, and he caught the tail end of the argument. Truthfully, he was a bit surprised that Mack had even come here, though not at her outburst. It’d been brewing for a while, even if perhaps no one else wanted to admit it. As much as he loved his sister, he knew she could be a bit difficult, and there was only so much stringing along a person could take before they exploded. And Mack had a pretty impressive temper.

He put a comforting hand on his sister’s shoulder when he got close enough, glancing over at Sam. “Can you get her out of here?” He asked him, because Tatum looked horrible and he didn’t want her here for another minute. He moved in front of her to shield her too.

“You’re in no condition to fight anyone, Mackenzie.” He said calmly, wondering where Hunter was to come collect her friend. He had no problem throwing her over his shoulder and taking her out of here if that’s what it took. “You should go back to your room and sober up.”