She gets hurt, too

Sheryl was panicked over what happened with Frank - she really wanted him to be okay! Drunkenly crossing the platform to see him in his chair, she tripped over the bar and fell face forward, hitting the side of her head on the ground and given the more perverted partygoers a prime view of her butt.

"Oh my God, Sheryl, are you okay?" the female judge, Judy, asked.

"I, I, I dunno..." the shitfaced and exhausted Sheryl replied. "Maybe - maybe also get an ambulance, I'm feeling a bit lightheaded and my ankle kinda hurts."

"Oh no, Sheryl might be concussed!" Jack feared - really, it was the ****, and the ankle sprain due to the trip, but who was keeping score?

"Someone - can someone please get my stuff?" Sheryl was worried about her shoes and phone, which she hadn't seen for a good solid few minutes. Meanwhile, Jack was calling ambulances for both of his partygoers, all while no one made any moves to cover up Sheryl's full moon, the creamy tan-lined bottom contrasting nicely with the yellowed tan of the rest of her skin. The toned beauty thought about her smelly gym clothes in her bag, which she left in her locker at the gym before going to the party.

It didn't take long for sirens to blare in the neighborhood as ambulances rushed to the scene.