A/N: I do not own the characters of south park just using them for fun :) Enjoy.

Kenny tapped his fingers on the steering wheel of his truck as he waited at the stop light. He frowned and switched the station from the old country that was playing to some opera. He never got over that phase from back in forth grade. To be honest, he did miss doing those performances back in Romania. But then by sheer bad luck, a stage light fell and crushed his body and he woke a few days later in bed back home in South Park.

The loud horn from the car behind him brought him out of his musings and he started driving again feeling an odd sensation in the pit of his stomach as he passed by the South Park sign. He hadn't been back since he graduated high school. He had regretted leaving Karen behind but he made sure she was taken care of leaving her in the capable hands of an old friend.

He pulled to a stop once more and shut off the motor of the truck and got out. His hiking boots making a small crunching noise on the snow as he approached the building before him.

Club Virgo outlined in bright lights, though the sign was turned off as it was only noon really. He pushed open the door and let out an appreciative whistle as he looked around. The inside of the club made up for the outside.

The wall were lined with floor length mirrors, booths with leather seats, real leather he noted, placed strategically around the large room. A large stage centered directly in the room and Kenny swore his eyes glazed over for a minute seeing the silver poles connected to the stage and ceiling.

"Ay Kinny."

Kenny shook himself out of his daze and turned towards the sound of the voice. Eric Cartman. He had filled out over the years, dropped the baby weight and turned it to muscle. The outline of his biceps clearly noticeable under his jean jacket.

"Shit dude, you look great," Kenny nodded with a smile as he walked over.

"I already knew that but thank you," Eric's lips quirked up in smile as he punched the blonds arm in a friendly greeting before pulling him into a hug.

"You don't look so bad yourself poor boy," he added pulling back.

Kenny rolled his eyes and chuckled. "So, you own a gentleman's club. I'm actually a bit surprised really."

"Me? Nah I just manage it," the brunette answered as he went around the bar and grabbed them a beer. "Pay's great thought. Who knew one of these things in south park would bring in so much money. Both the dudes and the chicks like it."

Kenny nodded. "I would think so," he thanked him for the beer and twisted the cap off taking a swig. "So if you don't own it, who's the lucky son of a bitch that does?" he asked setting the bottle down on the counter.

"Well I guess that son of a bitch would be me," a cheeky voice chuckled.

Kenny blinked and looked over his shoulders almost having to do a double take. "Butters?" he asked not even hiding the fact he was looking the younger blond over.

It was indeed Butter, only he looked. Well gayer. He wore a tight light blue long sleeve shirt with a pair of dark blue skinny jeans pairing it with black vans and a black sweater vest with a hood. He had a messenger bag slung over his shoulder, his hand and wrist wrapped in a thick bandage.

Butters blushed. "Well heya Kenny. Eric didn't say you'd be stopping by," he bit his lower lip nervously. "I would've' made sure the club was up to par."

Cartman rolled his eyes. "It's just Kenny Butters, not the mayor."

Butters huffed, cutely, Kenny thought and smiled at Kenny. "Well either way. It's nice to see you again Kenny. It's been awhile."

"Five years is awhile," he chuckled picking up his beer. "I never thought you would own one of these kinds of places."

Butters blushed more and sat down next to him Cartman setting down a glass of coke before him and going back to his beer.

"Well uh...people change I guess," he shrugged sipping his coke and smiling. "I'm glad Eric agreed to help me out with everything though," he added looking over at the brunette with a grin.

"Yeah well...," Eric shrugged.

Butters rolled his eyes. "So what brings you by?" he asked Kenny picking up his coke.

"Well I uh actually got out of a relationship and I was in the neighborhood-"

"South Park was not in the neighborhood," Cartman interrupted.

"Shut up fat ass, anyway, I was in the neighborhood and Cartman called and mentioned that there might be a job opening."

Butters nodded and set his glass down playing with the edge of the bandage on his wrist. "So...You're here about the really crummy DJ job?" he asked.

Kenny finished off his beer and set it down. "Yeah. Is it still open?"

"Yeah. It's still open," he smiled. "But, you'll have to start tonight."

"I can do that. What time?"

"Well set up's around five and we don't open until eight so 6:30?"

Kenny nodded. "I can help with the set up if you need it."

"Oh Kenny you don't have to do that," Butter said. "You must be tired after your drive and probably wanna go home and-"

"Butters, you're rambling again," Eric interrupted.

"Really Butter's it's fine. Sides...I don't really have a place in mind to stay. Karen''s off at college and well I'd rather not go home home to my parents so..." he spread his hands out in a what can you do about motion and asked Cartman for another beer.

"Oh...Well gee..I didn't know. Sorry bout that," Butters apologized.

Kenny shrugged. "You didn't know."

"You could stay with me," he offered as an after thought. "I mean...if you want."

Kenny blinked. As a rule he didn't accept offers like this. Not because he didn't want to but because he felt obligated to pay them back.

"I wouldn't want to impose," he replied.

"Oh its no imposition. To be honest...I get sort of lonely at my place..."

Cartman snorted and mumbled under his breath earning a smack on the arm from Butters.

"Just think about it okay? Let me know later. I gotta go and take care of some boss things and then start getting everything ready. Eric can show you the DJ station so you can get antiquated with it," the younger told him as he stood up and leaned over the counter swiping the bottle of coke and giving both boys a smile. "Until later gentleman."

Kenny watched him disappear into the back his hips swaying as he walked his ass just perfect in those jeans.

"Take a picture why don't you," Cartman rolled his eyes.

"Already did," Kenny snickered holding up his phone. "Maybe it'll be my new background."

The look on Cartman's face made Kenny keel over in a fit of giggles. "Ah dude I'm just fucking with you."

"Bastard," Cartman muttered as he tossed the empty beer bottles in the trash. "Let me show you the DJ station. Just don't mess anything up. Cost an arm and a leg to get the best you know."

Kenny rolled his eyes still snickering and followed him. "How did Butters get the money to make this place anyway?" he asked.

"Well the building was already here. Butters got the money from some relative I guess and then he was working for some big company he never talks about and got some loan from the bank," Cartman answered leading him over to a booth.

He opened the door and motioned him inside. "Now the booth is sound proof so now one can hear you from the outside and now one can hear you from the inside. We always have a set play list for when the dancers are out preforming, but other than its really free reign, as long as it something the people will like and dance to enough to make them thirsty and drunk. We run a respectable business here."

Kenny nodded. "Sounds great."

"You keep any tips you make when you take requests and so on and so forth."

"Sweet. Do I get free drinks?"

"Yeah, but just don't get drunk on the job okay? That happened with our last DJ and things got out of hand. Word of advice, don't make a pass at Butters flat off your ass drunk."

"Is that how he hurt his hand?" Kenny asked looking through the music.

"Hmm? Oh no. He slammed it in the door a few days ago. Just a sprain though, nothing major," Eric answered.

"Liar," Kenny snorted. "What happened?"

Cartman sighed. "There's this guy that's been coming around for the past couple of days and he's been harassing Butters."

"Whoa, some guy is harassing Butters?" he asked.

Cartman nodded. "Yeah. He said he'd be fine but then he called me a few nights ago to come pick him up and when I got there the guy was out cold and he looked a bit out of wits but other than that and the sprained wrist he was fine."

"You find out who this guy was?" Kenny asked leaning against the wall.

"No. And he won't say who it is either. Just told me to leave'em when I got there," Cartman answered. "Look, just don't tell him I told you. He doesn't want to make a big deal about it."

Kenny nodded. "What happens in the booth stays in the booth," he promised.