They confront her while the ambulance arrives

"Hey, hey, everyone! Now we can party!" Sheryl announced jovially to the crowd while she stumbled around drunkenly in her wedges while holding her shorts up with both hands. The crowd remained cold in their awkward looking at her, due to a combination of her undress, her stumbling, and her rudeness about the still-injured Frank.

Meanwhile, still in the basement, Frank couldn't stand up due to his pain and had devolved to lying on the floor.

"Owww," he said clad only in his t-shirt and underwear.

"Frank, dear, you'll be okay!" his girlfriend Nina consoled him.

Sheryl continued to try to make conversation with the others only to be turned away every time. She looked at Jack and walked up to him.

"Hey, Jack stands! What's up with everyone?" she asked him with a confidence only a buzz could provide.

"They're all pissed about what you did, Sheryl," he coolly called her by her real name.

"Yeah," Judy, the female judge of the contest, "that was not cool at all."

"Look guys, I'm so sorry," Sheryl pleaded with them, "I just didn't want to be naked, that's all. It's not my fault Frank tore his back up."

"Didn't want to be naked, huh?" Jack pressed the matter further as the ambulance sirens approached the house from up the block.

Sheryl thought about her predicament; the shorts didn't touch her hips anywhere, leaving a significant gap between them and her body on all sides. She could feel a draft through the shorts on her intimate areas, and the shorts fit no better than wearing a barrel. If she so much as let go of them for even a second they would drop to the ground without any resistance whatsoever.

Feeling so **** and loosely-dressed in this getup, especially with her nipples still standing upright, Sheryl simply vocal-fried a "yyyyyyeahhhh...?" while Jack and Judy's scowls intensified as the ambulance pulled up in front of the house.