Craig Tucker wasn't the type to go out with friends. He wasn't the type to go to parties. He wasn't the type to get drunk.
Tonight, Craig Tucker did all of these things. He found himself outside the mansion of Token Black, trying to push himself to his feet. He succeeded in standing about half-way before stumbling and falling to the pavement with an aggravated giggle.
"J-Jesus Craig -ACK- What are you doing?" The blonde walked forwards and stood over him, his hands still twitching despite being tucked into his jean pockets.
Craig turned over and laid on his back, shielding his eyes from the light of the moon. "Tweek, s'at you? What're you doing... doing out here?"
Tweek stopped to think a moment before responding. "P-Parties aren't my thing- GAH! Too much p-pressure! Gotta get out!"
Craig started laughing. "Why do you do that, that twitchy thing? It's hilar-hilarious. That twitchy thing you do."
Tweek gave a half-panicked scowl. "You know I can't help it- NGH- How drunk are you Craig?!" He held out a hand to help the raven-haired boy up.
He accepted the help and stumbled forward, only being held up by leaning hard on his friend's shoulders. "Thank youuu Tweek!" Craig's voice was still characteristically nasally, albeit much louder than usual. "You're such a good friend."
Tweek looked left and right, panicked that someone was going to get the wrong idea. "J-Jesus Craig, I'm taking you home! GAH- That's a lot of pressure! B-but if I leave you here and you die then everyone will blame me and then the whole town will be angry and-"
Craig's nasally laughter cut through Tweek's panick, and Tweek had to struggle to keep him from falling over again. "Tweek you are... s o ridiculous. It's so funny."
Tweek growled, taking the first few steps toward his friend's house. It was only a few blocks away and he knew how to get there, but Craig was no easy load to carry.
"Just two more blocks, my chariot!" Craig yelled loudly, pointing ecstatically and urging the blonde on.
Tweek readjusted his grip and tried not to lose his balance as the brunette wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck. "This isn't NGH- easy you know!"
"Aaaah Tweek... who'd have thought you were so strong? I'm... very impressed..." Craig's slurs were becoming less coherent and energetic as Tweek carried him to his doorstep.
"Is anyone home?" Tweek nudged his friend awake, guessing the answer from the lack of cars in the driveway. Craig's family were rarely in South Park anymore, let alone home.
Craig shook his head and pawed at the door. "Let's go in, 'ss fine."
The blonde carefully manuvered through the doorway, climbing a few stairs before turning into Craig's bedroom. Sweat was sticking to his shirt from carrying the heavier boy so far; he was relieved to finally let him down. "We're here- GAH-..."
Craig fell from the blonde's arms into a sitting position on the bed, yanking the smaller boy on top of him. Tweek yelped at the sudden contact, getting a giggle out of the other. "Stay here with me. I'm lonely."
The honesty of the other was not unexpected, though the hands wrapped around Tweek's waist came as a surprise. It was... a lot of pressure. "Craig what are you NNG- talking about? I thought you said sleepovers were for wusses!"
Craig mumbled something that Tweek couldn't quite make out over his own ramblings, but Craig held the other tightly.
"Oh God... oh Jesus- GAH! Craig you're drunk and you're being weird!" He could feel the raven haired boy's heartbeat against his own, and he tried to calm his breathing as best he could. This was his best friend, it wasn't like they hadn't had sleepovers in the past... Yeah. This was normal... ish.
Craig smiled and closed his eyes, snuggling against the blonde. "You're great Tweek. I'm so glad you're here... I'm glad it's you... I'm glad..." His words became whispers as he drifted off into a drunken slumber, and Treek tried desperately to control his twitches.
'This is- GAH- oh Jesus... Why is this happening he's touching me why NNG- find a happy place... yeah... a happy place...' Tweek lulled his mind into a gentle buzz, trying to ignore the arms which occasionally tightened around him. He doubted he would sleep, but he would do his best to relax. He could be awake for Craig if he needed anything. ...That's a lot of pressure. He considered sneaking out, but decided that trying to sneak back in to his own house this late at night would be too risky. He didn't like dealing with his parents any more than he disliked being in the arms of a drunken friend. He tried to focus on that heartbeat, to slow his breathing to match the raven-haired boy's. That would be enough to calm him into a daze. This was fine... This was normal for drunken college kids... right?
Craig Tucker wasn't the type to go to parties. He wasn't the type to get drunk. He wasn't the type to pull his best friend into bed with him.
Tonight, Craig Tucker did all of these things.