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"Woah! Well Hey! What's the sitch?"

With a quirked brow, and mirthless expression, Jack rolled his eyes as his other tip toes over to him in a drunken fashion, slurring his words over each other. The man was clearly drunk, dazed and mostly likely, lost. The wee little wintersprite never did have much of an alcohol tolerance.

"Had a little to much to drink at the after party did we?" Asked Jack, turning his head away as to not smell the stench of alchohol fuming its way from the snow white's mouth. "Good god man! You need a breath mint!"

Before he could even push the other away, his lips were violated by the very vile that spouted from the other's mouth. His eyes wide and shocked, his lips pursed, flinching from the contact, he nearly gagged as he finally found enough strength within him to push his doppeler away.

Bending over, a slight hic of bile rising from his throat, he choked down the offending chemical back to its origin. That had been the most revolting act he had ever been a part of since that last shoot with Pitchiner and those chains! A shiver went through his spine as he remembered the memory before squashing it away.