"J-Jack! Where are *hic* you little dude?". The voice came from the hallway and Jack immediately knew who it was. He grimaced as the owner of the voice came stumbling around the corner. It was Trish. And by the looks of things, she had a bit too much to drink. She walked over to a group of people hanging out on the couch. "H-hey, guys. Have you seen a little man anywhere, about yea tall? No? Okay". She continued to walk around the room, getting closer and closer to Jack. "Shit, I have to make a break for the door. Otherwise, I'm sure she'll find me," Jack said to himself. He began running to the door, making an all-or-nothing chance at escape. But, this was a bad idea. He left himself out in the wide open and his movements caught the attention of Trish. She smiled.
"Oh, there you are. C-come here, handsome". She jumbled over to Jack. Despite being drunk, she could still easily out walk Jack. She bent down and picked him up. "No!" Jack cried. He moved with all his might, but Trish was too strong. "Oh, you're so *hic* silly. Come, give me a kiss, you're adorable". Trish closed her eyes and moved Jack in. He continued to struggle, but still, no use. Her large lips engulfed Jack, and the scent of alcohol washed over him as the suction from her lips kept him pinned. *MUAH*. "There, w-wasn't that nice?" Trish giggled. Jack wiped himself off, her spit covering him. "Gross. Hey, can you set me down now? You got your kiss," Jack put. Trish drunkenly laughed. "What? You d-don't want another? Come on, it's freeee". She pulled him in for another kiss.
"No, no, no!" Jack tried to push on Trish's lips to stop, but his hands slipped, causing his full body to plow into her lips. When she was done kissing Jack, Trish pulled him back. "Aw, you liked it. I knew you wanted to, w-why didn't you just say?" Trish said. Jack looked at her with disgust. "No, I really didn't want to. I just want to get down, is that cool?". Trish rolled her eyes. "I-I guess. Just come back here when you're done r-roaming, okay? I don't want to lose my f-favorite little friend". Jack gave her a thumbs up, and she put him down. "I-I'll just be on the couch, feel free *hic* to come cuddle with me, if you want," Trish winked. Jack put on a fake smile, then went his way.
"Oh my god, that was gross," he said as he wiped himself down again. "God, I'm not sure who's worse: Sober Trish or Drunk Trish". Now having lost progress to the door, Jack looked around to find his destination. When he spotted it, Jack ran again to leave. He maneuvered around several different pairs of feet and soon made it to the door. Out of breath, Jack took a step back, just to take a break. He wasn't that far away from the door, so if he needed to sprint for whatever reason, he was pretty much out of the woods. Now taking in the scene in front of him, Jack laughed. There were a pair of out of the loop girls on separate couches, one of which was Trish, a pair of guys playing pool, and another pair of girls just chatting with each other on the floor.
"You know, maybe if I was bigger I would actually enjoy coming to something like this". Jack laughed. "Nah, that's nonsense, I don't know anyone here other than Trish, and she's something different". When Jack finally caught his breath, he waltzed to the door.
Does something happen before he can leave or is Jack finally free?
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