The Kissing Game

Rating: PG/PG-13ish
Disclaimer: Characters not mine.
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Drunk Liz...

It was Christmas Eve and she was drunk. Like really drunk. Liz was so drunk she was willing to do anything. The writers dared her to try and start a kissing game.
"All right, bring it on!!!!" Liz said as she sat on the chair.
First up was Lutz. 
"Ugh. Gross, Lutz!"
"How does she know?" he whispered to the crew.
"Because...you have no idea have to kiss. It's like a doggie kiss, all slobbery and nasty."
"Score one for the sugarbaker ladies at home!" Liz said.
Next, was Toofer.
"Um...Toofer."
Again, people asked how she knew.
"Very polite, proper. And because your lips tasted like fried chicken, which I saw you eat earlier."
And now, the final contestant. No one dared to even get a few feet close to her. 
"Come on, you nerds! Anything?"
"Take a break, Liz. Brush your teeth, for once." the guys said.
"Ugh, you jags."
They took a short 10 minute break, in which Liz ate for the first 5 minutes and cleaned herself up for the next five. She took her place back and put the blindfold on.
Meanwhile, Jack was looking for something to eat, since he's been working since lunch, which was nearly nine hours ago. He'd usually tell Jonathan to get the finest food in the city, but since he'd heard the racket all around the writer's room from nearly floors away, he went down to see what they were up to.
"Hurry it up before I'm gonna need more beer."
Jack went in the writer's room as Liz said that. He asks what was going on and Frank told him that they were in the middle of the "Kissing Game." 
Jack approached Liz and gave her a kiss. A short kiss, but the kiss lingered on Liz's lips for at least a minute until she made her prediction.
"Jack."
"And this concludes our game, Elizabeth Lemon sure knows who she's kissing! Until next time on the kissing game." Frank said.
"How did you know it was him?" Jenna asked, curiously.
"We...have something to tell you." Liz said.
"Tell them, Liz."
"Tell us what?" Cerie asked.
"Hey, guys! It's almost Christmas!" someone shouted.
"There's always next time to tell them, right, Jack?"
"There's always a next time. You wanna go home?"
"I'm starving."
"I thought you just ate."
"That's not what I'm hungry for."
And Jack had the driver drive to his house as fast as he could. And he knew this was gonna be a good Christmas. 
END