A/N: this had been posted once before for a multi chapter fic. But I couldn't make it work. So here it is in my drabble collections just so I can say I put this out there. I don't even have a title for it.

Sorry if the formatting is weird, attempting to be hip and trying this uploading out on the mobile app.

In a long, beige, overcoat paired with a nightgown while donning the ever fashionable hairstyle of bedhead, a worried Janet arrived at the Regal Beagle at the ungodly hour of two in the morning. Having had received a call from Mike the bartender, she had rushed right on over without much thought to her appearance. When she arrived, the bar was empty with the exception of Mike and a disheveled Jack Tripper.

Jack appeared to be wasted; his figure slumped over the bar as he mumbled incoherently.

She shot Mike an apologetic look before rushing over to Jack's side. "Jack," she said softly while gently rubbing his back. She hunched forward a bit, trying to get a view of his face.

At first he only opened one eye and it darted around, warily taking in his surroundings. Upon seeing a friendly face, he sat up quickly, a sloppy smile on his face. "Hi- hi Jaaanet," he stuttered and slurred. Out of nowhere, he took Janet's face in his hands and began smothering her with little kisses all over her face right before collapsing onto her petite frame with a sigh. In shock and in awe Janet did her best to hold Jack up but his drunken stupor made it difficult.

Mike had to come around and pull Jack back onto the stool.

"What happened?" Janet asked Mike.

"He came in here complaining about his restaurant and got really, really, really, drunk," the bartender answered her with a shake of his head. "He demanded I call you when I asked him to leave."

"Me?" she said with surprise. Mike shrugged at her. "He's having trouble with his restaurant?" Janet asked concerned. Another shrug. "Where's Vicky?" she wondered and was met with another shrug from the bartender. "I guess I'll take him home," Janet sighed.

With Mike's help the two managed to get Jack into her car. As she drove with Jack curled in the back, moaning occasionally, she realized she hadn't been to the Bistro in quite some time. Since they went their separate ways after her marriage, they somehow went from best of friends to mere acquaintances. They saw each other about twice a year around their birthdays, exchanging impersonal gifts of wine or shirt. Other times they might ring each other up if one of them remembered to take time from their busy lives to do so.

By the time Janet got to the Bistro, Jack was somewhat awake. Drunk, but at least he was up. Begging and pleading, Janet managed to walk him up to his apartment which sat atop his restaurant. The stairs were no easy feat, but they managed.

"Janet, Janet, Janet," he would sing. "You're so beautiful," he said tracing her face with the back of his hand.

She swatted his hand away, ignoring his compliment, focusing on trying to get him into his apartment. "Thanks Jack, but where are your keys?"

"Janet. My … keys?" he didn't seem to know what she was saying.

"Yes, sweetie, where are they?" she asked as she began digging through his pockets.

He slumped over slightly and wrapped his arms around her awkwardly. "You're my key, Janet" he stated not making any sense.

"That's nice Jack," she said searching his person patting him down.

Jack giggled. "You're tic- tickling me," he said as he twisted about.

Janet rolled her eyes, exasperated as she continued to hold him up and search for his stupid keys.

"Stop tickling me, Janet!" he complained. "I'm- I'm going ta- to tickle- you back!" he did just that and began to tickle her sides.

She smacked his hands away and began reaching into his inner coat pockets.

"Janet, Janet, Janet," Jack sang again. "I want to kiss you."

Her face was squashed against his chest as her hand went around in search of his keys in his back pocket. "That's nice dear," she said dismissively as her search went on.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed when she found his keys.

Jack brought her up, holding her by her shoulders so that he could look right into her eyes with his own piercing blue ones. A moment of confusion for Janet as she stared back but she didn't have time to comprehend what was happening when Jack pulled her in and caught her lips with his.

When Janet felt those familiar lips upon hers, her eyes fluttered shut and everything she needed to be doing seemed to disappear from her thoughts. They were instead replaced by memories of all those times they had shared a kiss. The feelings she had felt back then came rushing back and settling uneasily in the pit of her stomach. His tongue prodded for the entrance to her mouth and trapped in a daze she complied. The sweet lips she once tasted now marred by the bitter taste of alcohol, a stark reminder of how the kiss they now shared was no longer innocent and playful but teetering on the line of an illicit affair.

Her eyes flew open as she heard the click of the door's lock and she quickly pulled away. Her heart pounding heavily against her chest as the door swung open.

"Jack!" she heard Vicky whisper in surprise. "Janet?" the blonde wondered as she saw Janet standing there.

"H- hi, Vicky," Janet said trying to catch her breath. She was still supporting Jack as he slouched over.

"Hi, Vicky," Jack repeated with a dopey smile across his face.

"What happened?" Vicky's voice etched with concern as she helped Jack into the apartment.

"The Regal Beagle called me and well, Jack was too drunk to get home by himself," Janet explained as she and Vicky guided him over to the couch.

"Oh, thank you so much, Janet. You're a doll for bringing him all this way."

Janet waved her hand motioning it was no big deal. "Uh, it was good seeing you, but uh, I have to get home to Philip," Janet said backing out of the apartment with a false smile trying to hide all the emotions she was feeling.

"Right! Thanks, again! Good night!" Vicky shouted waving after Janet.

Janet could barely utter a proper goodnight, feeling the tightness in her chest as she quickly left the premises.

As she drove home her thoughts went right back to kissing Jack. It was so stupid, she had kissed him more than enough times; why was this time any different? But that was it, it wasn't different. The same feelings she once felt were there. She thought they would have long left her but they remained buried deep down and this kiss brought them all back up to the surface.