Yes, stay the night

"Great!" Sam seems a bit too excited about this. "Do you want to shower first, or shall I. Or we could go to-" "No," you cut him off, "You can go first. I have to take care of this." You wiggle the load Sam so dutifully provided at him, and gesture for him to go to the bathroom. He looks like he wants to protest, but goes ahead anyway.

You make sure the instrument of your victory over Mandy is sealed and wrapped up safely, and put it in your purse. Fucking thing had better not leak. That done, you take a look in a mirror. It's about as bad as you expected. Hair and makeup are a complete mess, you're drenched in sweat, and you look like you've been up for three days straight. Damn, you really do need a shower right about now.