Jason stared openly without shame at the inviting black lace thong and tried to figure out whether she could see the outline of Mindy's pussy inside it. He pulled at the jug and belted down the rough-spun liquor within, wincing briefly at the bite of it. "God that's good," he hissed happily. He took another pull. "And thanks for the shine, it's pretty fucking great too." He winked at her and slowly, gingerly got up, testing his feet. Wiggling toes experimentally Jason aimed himself in the direction of the door and tried to ambulate towards it. He was clearly still a bit out-of-sorts though, unless it was the moonshine burning out his brain. His knee was giving out and the strain of sudden movement was putting fuzzy, shiny things on the forefront of his vision, but he soldiered on. Without food in him Jason knew he'd never get any better. Gesturing for Mindy, embarrassing as it was to ask for it, Jason held out an arm, looking for support. "I gotta eat, even if it means the crap here. Can you help me get downstairs?" He grunted angerly, hating himself for having to ask.