Champagne bubbling through your veins, chasing after the whiskey you've mixed it all with, getting drunk on sludge. Jordan's a rich asshole for taking you and the rest of the guys to some five-star hotel with the richest bar in town.

A slight smirk played across their faces. They weren't going to get drunk, and neither were you, but those attractive glasses they were pouring into your mouth for free had changed their plans. They could have acted like good friends, keeping you away from the shit you'd be throwing up in the morning, but. There's a pretty big, attractive but looming in front of their eyes. Your pretty dress with the impossibly adorable neckline.

That's one of the reasons why they dragged you off to the first hotel room they could find, once Luke and Andre were taunting other people with Cate's abilities.

The door closed quietly as Jordan literally threw you onto the bed, looking down on this lovely sight from above. Glassy eyes that tried to catch their gaze, cheeks ruddy from alcohol. Jordan squatted down, touching your arm and looking up at you from below.

"How are you, sweetheart?" They smirked, theirs a feigned sense of concern as they slowly found themselves between your thighs.