With some shock, but he needs to get his ticket or the theatre won't let him stay

Jacob's lips twitch as if he'd smile as he walks down the aisle toward you, the expression one that would normally melt your heart. Jacob can be so expressionless sometimes, so contained. He stops suddenly, spotting your nudity and his eyes go wide as he looks around.

"Jenny! What are you doing taking your clothes off in public?" he hisses, making you blush. "Are you insane? What if someone saw you?"

"I, uh, it's been awhile, I wanted to surprise you. To, uh, to fuck you." you say, making it up on the spot, hurt that he isn't acting excited to see you like this.

Jacob's eyes wander down your body, taking you in, and you manage to tentatively take a step toward him, your body hunched a bit from the strain its under. You narrowly avoid kicking the cup containing the boys' piss.

"Well. If that's what you want," he says, holding up a hand, "but I need to get my ticket. I managed to persuade them to let me in so long as I come out with the ticket you bought me."

"Ticket?" you repeat dumbly.

"You did buy two tickets, didn't you?" he asks impatiently.

"Uh, yeah. Yes," you say, turning as you try to remember where your purse is.

"Nevermind," Jacob says, seeing the purse and fishing through it. "I'll find it myself. There it is," he mutters, pulling his hand out and tossing the purse carelessly to the side.

"H.. hurry back," you urge him, hopping in place from your bursting bladder.

"Sure," is all he says as he walks down the aisle, and you feel like kicking yourself. You don't want him to hurry back, you need to piss in the cup and you sure don't want him catching sight of you doing that. What kind of disgusting pervert would he think you are if you did that in public?