TITLE: Another Wasted Night
AUTHOR: Magican
RATING: PG-13, for explicit scenes later on.
SUMMARY: Jack is drunk and trying to find his way home, When he arrives there, things take a different turn…
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Boy Meets World, the characters, the scripts, yadiyadiyadada. Wish I could though, but then the show would be called 'Jack Meets Eric' and wouldn't be able to air on Disney Channel. ;)
NOTE: Check out my Jack&Eric site? Check my profile…
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It was cold that night, as Jack tottered down the street. He didn't really notice it though, because the warmth of too much alcohol was still flowing richly through his body. He felt like a little oven, surrounded by an orb of heat. Heck, he felt like the sun itself! He *was* the sun!
But… how could the sun shine in the middle of the night? It wasn't supposed to be… dark when the sun was shining. Jack got confused there for a moment. What…? Every thought seemed a bit clouded and unclear to him, as he couldn't think straight anymore. Deep down he knew he had pushed his limits and had too much whine, which made him all drowsy and bouncy at the same time - but he didn't really care.
Jack laughed out loud as he continued to stumble across houses and offices. As long as he could find the way home, right?
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Two hours later, there was not much left to laugh about.
Jack was still wondering down the streets. He had no clue where he was, how he ended up there or where he was going. Nothing looked the slightest bit familiar to him, and all he could distinguish was vague outlines of buildings and cars. His mind was still blurred and seemed able to producing only some incoherent thoughts.
Finally, he identified a large grey garbage can. He slowly staggered over to it and sank down next to the smelly box. His head started to ache with an amazing frequency, and he was definitely feeling the cold, wet tiles as he sat down on them. He rested his back and head against the garbage can and closed his eyes. White flashes projected themselves on his eyelids, which drove his crazy. The awful smell of raw fish and cheese protruded his nostrils, causing him to choke.
Being drunk sucked. Big time.
And why did he drink so much anyway? He couldn't remember much of the past night, except for that he was working up courage for something. Getting wasted seemed the only appropriate way to loosen himself up at the time. But for what…? It didn't reoccur to him, no matter how hard he worked his brain.
Well, it didn't really matter anymore anyway, because here he was – dizzy, with and aching head, cold ass, painful eye sockets and ready to throw up. The smell coming from the bin he was leaning into was unbearable. He got up as fast as the throbbing pain inside his head allowed him to and waggled further down the dark, unlit street.
Halfway between the garbage can and the other the side of the street he threw up, as his stomach tried to get rid of too much poisonous alcohol inside his body. He fell down on hands and knees and continued to empty his stomach on the asphalt until there was nothing left to come out. He breathed heavily and slowly wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
Yup. Another wasted night.
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AUTHOR: Magican
RATING: PG-13, for explicit scenes later on.
SUMMARY: Jack is drunk and trying to find his way home, When he arrives there, things take a different turn…
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Boy Meets World, the characters, the scripts, yadiyadiyadada. Wish I could though, but then the show would be called 'Jack Meets Eric' and wouldn't be able to air on Disney Channel. ;)
NOTE: Check out my Jack&Eric site? Check my profile…
*****
It was cold that night, as Jack tottered down the street. He didn't really notice it though, because the warmth of too much alcohol was still flowing richly through his body. He felt like a little oven, surrounded by an orb of heat. Heck, he felt like the sun itself! He *was* the sun!
But… how could the sun shine in the middle of the night? It wasn't supposed to be… dark when the sun was shining. Jack got confused there for a moment. What…? Every thought seemed a bit clouded and unclear to him, as he couldn't think straight anymore. Deep down he knew he had pushed his limits and had too much whine, which made him all drowsy and bouncy at the same time - but he didn't really care.
Jack laughed out loud as he continued to stumble across houses and offices. As long as he could find the way home, right?
*****
Two hours later, there was not much left to laugh about.
Jack was still wondering down the streets. He had no clue where he was, how he ended up there or where he was going. Nothing looked the slightest bit familiar to him, and all he could distinguish was vague outlines of buildings and cars. His mind was still blurred and seemed able to producing only some incoherent thoughts.
Finally, he identified a large grey garbage can. He slowly staggered over to it and sank down next to the smelly box. His head started to ache with an amazing frequency, and he was definitely feeling the cold, wet tiles as he sat down on them. He rested his back and head against the garbage can and closed his eyes. White flashes projected themselves on his eyelids, which drove his crazy. The awful smell of raw fish and cheese protruded his nostrils, causing him to choke.
Being drunk sucked. Big time.
And why did he drink so much anyway? He couldn't remember much of the past night, except for that he was working up courage for something. Getting wasted seemed the only appropriate way to loosen himself up at the time. But for what…? It didn't reoccur to him, no matter how hard he worked his brain.
Well, it didn't really matter anymore anyway, because here he was – dizzy, with and aching head, cold ass, painful eye sockets and ready to throw up. The smell coming from the bin he was leaning into was unbearable. He got up as fast as the throbbing pain inside his head allowed him to and waggled further down the dark, unlit street.
Halfway between the garbage can and the other the side of the street he threw up, as his stomach tried to get rid of too much poisonous alcohol inside his body. He fell down on hands and knees and continued to empty his stomach on the asphalt until there was nothing left to come out. He breathed heavily and slowly wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
Yup. Another wasted night.
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