Weird

*Disclaimer...the following story is a continuation of the depressing saga of human depravity, I just figured I would keep it real for those thinking about studying abroad and for people wondering what it is really like in Glasgow*
OK, so tonight I had a very strange experience.
The Set up: There was a party on the third floor because Pablo (from Spain) turned 26 today. There were cakes baked (one of which had the words "Too Old" spelled out in marshmallows) and at least 14 people crammed into the kitchen of the flat. So we cleared the couches out their Kitchen/living room to create a mini dance floor. I taught a few girls some swing moves and Lena (a cool girl from Germany) taught me some basic Samba dance steps.
The middle: After dancing and cake the whole group decided to go to international pub night. We got there and talked it up for a little less than an hour before the place closed, and we ended up back outside. Then the group decided to head back to the flat.
The Event: OK so somewhere before we get back to the flat this guy slides into the group. He was wearing dark makeup had a lip piecing and went by the name "James". Everyone kinda assumed that someone else in the group knew him. So he managed to slide his way into the 3rd floor flat before we discussed that fact that no one knew him. Then he just kind of sat in the group trying to make conversation with a few people.The rest of us sat around discussing how to get rid of him (*the comment following this warning is not for little eyes* comments were made by him and it was understood that he was gay and wanted some, he was also most likely drunk or high out of his skull). So we are all sitting there trying to figure out how to get rid of him and who would be willing to be the bad guy. Then my Hero of the evening Ola (Olga if its a formal setting apparently) took him to show him where the "bathroom" was and threw him out of the third floor flat(possibly catching his fingers in the door on his way out). So he kicks at the door several times, then with whatever brain he had left he pulled the fire alarm. He then sprinted down the flight of steps and pulled it again next too my flat door(1st floor). Then he apparently tried to break into our flat. Cyprian (I finally can spell his name) opened the door and realizing that he was trying to break in punched him multiple times (at least that's what he told us) So James is crumpled on the floor fake crying and we have to go outside because of the fire alarm so we throw him outside (so he can't go rob us while we are standing around). But our crucial mistake of the evening is that we failed to sit on him so he laid on the ground sobbing then as the Fire Patrol people show up he hops up and dives threw a bunch of thorn bushes rolls out back onto the sidewalk and takes of down the street waving his middle finger at us. We meanwhile had been telling the campus security people that it was him. But as he takes off down the street they just stood there with their hands in their pockets.
Anyway we were informed that Flats A and C (I'm in A) will have to pay the fine for the fire department coming out.
The Lesson: Never let go of the crook, and be a jerk on occasion and figure out who people are. Oh also if you ever have authority in a University Setting don't put fire alarms in communal stairways and only make fines that make sense.

Other thoughts: What would Jesus have done? I mean he loved on the scum of the planet(including us/me)...but what does that look like in this situation? (aka is there a better way to deal with the situation once we realized that he didn't belong?)

I'm sorry for not having photos...my camera lens got dirty and I haven't taken the time to clean it appropriately (there for I have not carried it with me).