Jordan almost felt cruel for leaving him on edge, but she  knew he'd be getting his release soon. Hopefully, she would be, too. When the door opened, she barely heard the jeers, barely saw the mocking gaze of her ex in the crowd. It was clear they saw the bulge in his pants, assumed something happened. Since they were right, she couldn't be too indignant, but beyond that, their judgment meant nothing to her in that moment.<br/><br/>She grabbed another cup of fairly disgusting warm beer and downed it just to keep her nerves steeled before making a beeline to the bedroom she'd mentioned. She got there early to make sure it was unoccupied or make other arrangements, and because despite her current lack of common sense, she still didn't want anyone to see them going up together. She could still try to preserve some of her self-image.<br/><br/>As soon as she got to the room, she closed the door behind her and took a moment to decide her course of action. She had no further interest in subtlety, she immediately proceeded to pull her shirt off once again, tossing it into the corner. She may have stripped further down if she didn't hear the knock at the door. She didn't even bother to confirm who it was before responding to the noise, making sure she was standing near the bed as she called out, "Come in!"