Jakob made a sad noise, glancing back to their dorm as the door shut. Thank god he'd left the room key in his pocket, and decided to wear the same jeans from earlier. At least he wouldn't have to worry about getting back in later. His phone, too, was thankfully in his pocket along with the key.

When they reached the sports hall, he tried to break free, though quickly realized it was pointless. Julius was stronger than him. He followed the redhead to the bar, wrinkling his nose in distaste. He simply asked the bartender for a bottle of water, smiling his thanks. Finally managing to free himself from Julius' grasp, he opened his bottle, taking a sip before replacing the cap tightly.