"Oh, sure, I'd love to—" Her stomach gurgled violently, to the extent that even the bartender heard it as he was passing by. He paused to give a concerned look to the group, before continuing on his way. "But I am REALLY hungry, if you couldn't tell. Could we stop somewhere to eat?"
"That is EXACTLY what I was thinking, hopefully to get Liz a little bit more steady on her feet—"
"Pissss offfff, meathead, quit insussuulting me an *burp* let's take this gurrll for some fooodd mmm"
"Yeah, gosh that Henny got you good. Come on, let's get out of here before a cop sees you or something..."
They slowly make their way to the car, with both Jimmy (is that his name?) and Gwen holding Liz up as she walked so she would maintain her balance. Jeremy opens the backseat door and they throw Liz into the car. "I am so sorry about this, I wish she could take care of herself, sometimes, you know?"
"Yeah, I totally *gurgle gurgle* get that..." She blushed, which was more visible with the street light above them shining down onto the scene.
"Haha, let's get something to eat, shall we? Hop in the front, this ain't no cab!"
They speed off into the night. Gwen ponders to herself about her decision.
Oh man, I feel something awful brewing inside of me...I don't want to embarrass myself in front of these good—
"So tell us what's a pretty gurl like you doing at the club? How you can be single?" *hiccup* Liz yammered on in the backseat.
"Oh I don't know, just never had too much luck with dating, I guess..." Gwen blushed again, which Jeremy picked up on.
"Knock it off Liz, I wish you would just shut up for a minute!"
"You'll never stop me, bro! Try me now! Put up your fists!" She rolled around in the back before falling to her seat.
"Good grief, I knew I never should have invited her..." Jeremy swore under his breath. Gwen felt enourmous amounts of pressure build up under her belly button. Most of the time her gas is pleasurable, but this was just too intense to be a relaxed experience. She moaned softly, trying to keep it all in.
"Is everything okay, Gwen? Can I do something for you?" Jeremy smiled at Gwen. He was clearly a sweet guy, something you wouldn't be able to tell solely by seeing him at the club.
"Oh, yeah, it's just a little hot in here, that's all."
"Ah, why don't I roll up the windows then?" He opens the front windows to a quarter open, but his gives Gwen an idea.
"Umm, could you actually open all of the windows, all of the way? Sorry, just I feel like I'm getting a bit overheated, that's all." Jeremy gave Gwen a quizzical look, but preceeded to obey her request.
Liz did not appreciate the change in climate, however. "What the heck Jeremy it's freeeeeezzzing back here! It's like 50 degrees outside, what's the big idea?"
"You have a coat, for God's sake! You're just cold because of the alcohol, you deranged maniac!"
"Oh, that does it, Jerms'! I always knew you never loved me! Curses upon thee, you suck!"
"You always sucked more, you whore!"
The tension between the family members seemed to be upsetting Gwen's stomach further. She had a world of farts to release but she wasn't certain that her plan of releasing them silently would go to plan. Either she would rip it too loud or the smell would stay in the car, even with the windows open.
Regardless of her conscience, her bowels gave way, and the air was released in the manner of a
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