Jack heard the jumbled footsteps of someone come near and he looked out to find the source. A shorter girl with plenty of junk all about her was rumbling and tumbling over the place, her balance way off. Jack called out to her, asking if she needed help. The girl, her eyes now closed, paused and stood in place, a grin forming on her face. "N-no, I'm all- all right. Are you- you okay?" she drunkenly spoke. Jack chuckled. "I'm doing all right. Are you sure you don't need help? It looks like you're having some balance problems". The girl took a step closer to Jack. "I'm fine, you silly thing! Now- now how about I come and- and sit with you? You're really good looking" she hiccuped. Jack laughed again. "You're pretty funny. Sure, come on over". Jack scooted to his right to let the girl sit down. She tried walking to the best of her ability, and tripped a few times. "Are you sure you don't need help?" Jack repeated. The girl laughed in a drunken stupor. "I told you I'm fine! Geez, you- you worry a lot. J-Jack was it? Ni-nice to meet you, I'm Hannah". She slowly made her way to the chair and stood to Jack's left.
"Well, aren't you going to sit down, Hannah?" Jack smirked. She closed her eyes and smiled. "Yeah, yeah, just give me a minute". Jack waited as the girl wobbled around for a moment. Then, she took a step to her right, now in front of Jack. "Hannah? What are you doing?" Jack asked, touching her back. He saw her shoulders bounce up and down as she laughed. "I'm sitting down, didn't you invite me to- to sit down?". Hannah then bent down and began to lower herself. Jack tried pushing her away. "Hannah, I'm sitting here, do you want me to move over?". She didn't say anything. Instead, Hannah planted herself on Jack's lap. Jack groaned. "Hannah... Hannah, you're sitting on me," he grunted. With her height alone, Hannah was already a great deal taller than Jack. On top of that, her body was developed in every way imaginable, making her simple sitting down on Jack a challenge for him to hold her. But she didn't get up. "You know, Ja-Jack, you're really nice. You're the first person, all- all night to let me come and sit down and chat with them".
"Hannah! You're sitting on me!" Jack cried out. She laughed, and leaned back. "Oh yeaaah? You like that?". She began to flex her butt and sway it around. "Hannah, please get off," Jack grunted again. Once again, Hannah didn't move. In fact, she began intensifying her movements and making her way up Jack's body. She bounced herself into Jack's chest, and he slid down in the chair a bit. "Hannah! Stop it, will you? I'm falling in the chair!". Hannah kept doing her thing, and Jack slid all the way down, his head now the only part of him on the chair. Hannah got up to readjust herself, then began sitting down again. Jack threw his hands in the way of Hannah's rotund behind and held her up. "Ooh," Hannah giggled, "What made you so flirty?". Jack rolled his eyes. "I'm not *grunt* flirting with you, Hannah. You're trying to sit on me!". She relaxed, making the job of holding her up even more difficult for Jack. "What's that? You want me to? Well, by all me-means, let's dance". Jack's arms began folding and more of Hannah than he needed to see got closer to him. Jack grunted as he struggled to keep this chick from falling on him. Fortunately, Taylor saw what was going on and came to the rescue.
"Hannah, you stupid drunk, get off of him!" she called, and grabbed her arm. Taylor pulled her up and grabbed her shoulders. She then looked at Jack, who began to dust himself up as he got off the ground. "Thanks Taylor," Jack said gratefully. Taylor nodded. "No problem. I'm sorry one of our members tried to attack you". Hannah huffed. "I wasn't doing anything to him, gi-give me a break". Taylor rolled her eyes. "All right, tipsy, into the house with you. You need to lay down". Hannah looked at Jack, smiled, and pointed to him. "Can- can he come with me?". Taylor defiantly shook her head. "Absolutely not, now let's go". With that, Taylor took Hannah away and Jack relaxed. As if he needed more problems, though, soon came around Mackenzie, who herself was a little buzzed.
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