Jack stood encircled by glass shards and a red puddle. His drunken spell quite evident. “Oopsie-daisy. Jacky made a messy.”
“Okay, J,” Alex ascertained, extending a hand towards Jack. “Let’s get you upstairs, yeah?”
“Only if you cuddle me to sleep.” Jack bargained in return, attempting a sly wink and body sway.
During the inaugural Jalexoween party, Alex is forced to take care of a drunken Jack.
For the October All Time Low Microfic Challenge: Combining the words Poison, Slash, Spell, and Trick (sort of).











