The sun was slowly setting, though to the boy walking threw the suburbs, it wasn't even moving. He kicked a few rocks throwing his arms behind his head, his fingers lacing together. He tilted his head back, an excited look in his eyes. The sun catching in his blue orbs making them glow, he looked up into the sky slowly moving along.
"Fuckin' finally man!" A familiar voice called out, snapping the boy out of his own mind. "Where the fuck have you been?"
"Shit dude, chill, we still won't be going for another hour or so!" The boy grinned as he made his way up the walk way toward the other boy standing there, his red hair almost blending into the sky.
"C'mon Stan I'm just excited!" He turned as soon as Stan was at his side and they both made their way into the apartment building. "Work felt like it would never end!"
"Haha man you'd think it's your birthday you're so excited!"
"It's better, it's your birthday Kyle!" Stand dropped his arms and gave a quick pat onto his room mates back.
"You're just excited about the bar."
"So are you, man don't act like you're not as hyped as i am! It's been weeks since my birthday but i kept my word and waited till you could get in too! Just think, finally we get to go out to the bars too!" Kyle smiled at the thought and ruffled his red locks with his left hand, the right one opening the door as the two made their way up the steps to their apartment.
"Alright, alright, you know I'm excited."
"So where are the guys at?" Kyle sighed at the question and looked over his shoulder with eyelids half closed "Ok, i guess we'll meet them there."
Kyle walked off into his own room and started getting ready for the evening as Stan followed the gesture making his way to change from his work clothes. Kyle made his way to the bathroom in just his jeans, staring into the mirror he looked at his short curly hair. His fingers running through the shortened strands, "Remember when it was a jewfro?"
The boy dropped his hand from his hair and chuckled, "C'mon man don't call it that!" Black hair trembled atop the other boys head as he gave a hard laugh recalling the fro.
"If you hadn't trimmed it and let it keep growing i bet you'd look like a red wookie, that would be a sight!" The two laughed harder as Stan made his way behind the boy, sliding through the small bathroom to the shower.
"Aw man are you seriously gunna grab a shower right now?"
"Yeah man i just got off work! We have time, chill, fuck!" He snickered tugging off his shirt, then moving to undo his belt. Kyle turned rolling his eyes as he walked out the door and back into his room digging through his drawers for a shirt. "Hey man lets wear our old Terrance and Phillip shirts man!" Stand yelled from the shower.
"Seriously dude? That'd be fuckin' sweet, i bet the guys would get a kick out of it!" He moved over to his closet and found his old blue shirt a large, simple p on the front of it. He tugged it on and it still fit pretty well. "Man how is it that after five years this shirt still fits?"
The shower turned off and Stan laughed filling the echoing bathroom, "Because man you stunted out at like thirteen!" He tossed a towel over his head and started drying his hair chuckling.
Kyle rounded the corner and threw the boy's red shirt into his face, "Yeah and you're one to talk!" Stan let the shirt sit on his head as he wrapped the towel around his waist snickering he pulled the shirt on and it fit rather snug. He looked over at at the boy in the door way "Fuck you Stan." Redbrows furrowed down as he huffed and stomped into the living room.
A small snicker escaping Stan's lips, "Dude haven't you noticed how much taller then you I am?" He made his way through the living room and to the kitchen grabbing two beers and tossing one to the red head. He popped the top and took a chug.
Kyle looked down at the beer and popped the top, "Yeah, yeah ya giagantic taint." He barks taking a swig of the beer.
Blue eyes watched as the red head sat forward another chuckle escaping his lips, "It's only about five or six inches."
"That shirt looks stupid on you."
Laughing once more, "Damn Kyle, you know I don't give a fuck! I'm just excited to be going to the bar," he made his way to the couch and plopped down, "with my best friend!" He took hold of the already sitting boys arm and shook him a bit.
A smile slid across Kyle's face, "Yeah i know or we wouldn't be wearing these shirts at all." They both chuckled again, they looked over at each other with a smirk and they could tell tonight was going to be a good night.
Kyle looked down at his open beer, "It's funny we're so excited to get to go to the bar when we've been drinking for years."
"Yeah man but this is different!" All the sudden a faint three second tone sounded from the galaxy on the table, "It's Cartman, he's bitching we're not there yet and he ain't waiting for us to start drinking."
"Probably for the best that fatfuck needs twice as much as we do to get drunk." The both stood up one after the other. The shorter boy heading to his room to grab his keys and cell, the other starting to lace up his navy converse.
The night sky was finally showing of it's blues and deep purples when they left the building. They started walking down the street, "Hey do you remember back when we all thought Queer Eye for the Straight guy was the best way to dress?"
"Ha, holy fuck man!" laughing he looked over at Stan, "What even made you think of that?"
"Dude." Both hands out he tilted his fingers inward and pointed at his shirt.
"Haha, yeah that shirt is pretty tight! Don't be surprised if you get hit on by guys while we're out!" They both chuckled a bit, and took a look around, "Man the city has grown."
"Yeah dude, more houses, more shops, and a fuck ton more bars!" Blue eyes lit up at the word bars.
"Yeah dude and we're gunna hit em all tonight!"
"Fuck yeah!" They both looked around a bit and reminisced on some old stories.
"Never thought you fuckers would show up!" The two looked over, a young boy with blonde hair wearing a orange hoodie stood there. He pulled across a huge grin, his lip piercings clinking on his teeth. His sleeves were rolled up and you could see the tattoos across his forearms, "Nice shirts ya fags!"
"Hey Kenny, is that a new tattoo on your arm?" Kyle pointed to his left forearm, a rose being crushed by a large paw looking to belong to a werewolf or gargoyle like creature. The boy started to laugh, he looked over at Stan who diverted his eyes. "Dude what?"
"Nothing it's pretty fuckin' sick isn't it! Got it a few weeks ago!"
"Ey! You mutherfuckers! Get the fuck in here!" A chubby kid in a faded red shirt, and some jeans stood in the doorway of the club. His chocolate colored hair was tussled up with gel. "I said, get the fuck in here!"
All three boys rolled their eyes simultaneously and slowly made there way in one at a time, Kyle at the end of the line. As soon as he hit the inside he was greeted with a loud happy birthday from multiple people.
"As fuck dude! I said nothing big!" Every one held up a shot as Bebe walked over holding out the try, her shirt reading Draft Drunk.
"Happy Birthday Kyle," she winked, "gift from the bar for your birthday." She leaned in a bit closer to him and whispered "I get off at bar close if you're up for a good time." He picked the shot up and Stan wrapped his arm around Kyle's neck, holding a shot they clunk them together. And down they went.
The night went on with drinks and shots, "Guys, this is hella sweet." Eric rolled over to the guys as they had just got teams to play pool, Stan and Kyle against Clyde and Craig. Both of them had been able to get in since they were nineteen. They looked twenty one ever since, and never seemed to get carded, well at least not at this bar.
Kyle leaned over to Stan, and in a low tone slurred out, "Blubber tits must be pretty wasted he's saying hella again."
"Yeah man it's hella annoying." The replay making them both laugh vigorously.
Kyle watched Bebe run up and down the counter serving drinks to all the guys from the pool table. Bebe had been working here for a few years now, bartending making good tips. Her tits grew just as large as people assumed back when she was the first girl to hit puberty and she also became a bit of a slut.
Tweek started to rack up the balls for everone, a very slight flick of his hand making the balls rummble in the triangle. He blushed slightly, "Yo, Tweek, lay off the Captain would ya?" Craig scolded the blonde boy who finished up the racks and handed the cup to Craig. Who set his own cup on Tweek's head trading cups. Tweek blushed slightly and sipped at the cup of vodka.
"Kyle you break!"
He started to slowly make his way around the table, slightly tipping to the side as he moved downward to line up his que. And almost everyone snickered, "Hey lightweight ya better be ready for the long run! You got a few hours to go yet y pussy!" Kenny stood next to him slapping him on the back.
And as the night went on shot after shot, they decided to bar hop and by bar close Eric invited everyone back to his place to chill and have a few beers maybe game. The only ones up for it were Stan, Kyle, and Kenny. Once the cab got them back to Cartman's they all filed to the basement. Kenny dropped down in front of the television into a big red bean bag chair. Stan and Kyle said they needed a walk to burn some of the alcohol and Eric put in a fighting game.
The two boys made it roughly two blocks and had to turn back around because Kyle had thrown up in a sewer grate till he could barely walk. Stan staggeringly helped him back to Cartman's where the two ended up going to Cartman's room to lay down in silence.