I could use a drink. This week has been pretty busy at work. I work at the organic grocery store in town. No I don't stalk shelves I actually help grow the vegetables and what fruits we can here at the store. I find the job to be pretty rewarding and I actually like it. I head into the sports bar Cartman wanted us to meet up at. He just recently been promoted to manager and wanted to celebrate. I feel sorry for whoever has to work under him.
I walk into the bar looking over the crowd for my friends. Despite no footballs games on at this time they are still packed. I spot my friends to the far corner to the right. Cartman's size is the main reason I was able to spot them.
"Sup guys," I greet sitting next to Kenny.
"Oh you know the usual," smirked Cartman. "I'm going to make this place even better than it is."
"You are just a manager," replied Kyle. "It's not like you're the owner."
"Not yet," stated Cartman. "Keep talking like that and I won't be buying your drink."
"I don't care if you buy my drink or not!" exclaimed Kyle. "I make my own money and there is no need for me to kiss your ass." It is so too early for this. Kenny is sitting there chuckling. Kenny is wearing a cap on his head looking a lot like his dad. He has a light mustache and looks like he hasn't shaved in a few days. Kyle looks at me with his green eyes calming down. He brushes his curls off to the left of his forehead. "How was your day Stan?"
"Same as always," I replied.
"Your job sounds so boring," stated Cartman. "I really don't see how you can do it."
"It's rewarding to know that I grew that vegetable and fruit," I replied. "There is a science to it."
"At least I know I can count on you if the world goes up in flames," said Cartman. He looks past me. "Hey, you." I turn around and see some girl I have not seen here before. "Nikki, I want a pitcher of beer, 50 buffalo wings, and loaded nachos. You guys want anything?"
"Was that order not for the whole table?" asked Kenny.
"Just the beer," states Cartman. I shake my head. He really needs to start watching what he is eating. Granted he doesn't look that round thanks to his height but he seriously overweight.
"I'll take a burger and fries," said Kenny. "Meat bloody with all the fixings." Nikki nods writing down his order.
"I'll take the Caesar salad," said Kyle.
"Seriously dude," said Cartman. "You're ordering a salad in a bar?"
"Leave him be," I replied. "I will have veggie burger with a side of fries." Nikki nods and hurries off to put in her order.
"Only about a matter of time before I hit that," stated Cartman watching Nikki in a way that made me uncomfortable, Kyle caught this as well.
"She's your employee," said Kyle. "I don't recommend you do that."
"As if I would ever listen to you," huffed Cartman. Kyle rolls his eyes as we begin to make light chat about other things going on in our lives. Not much for me to tell since my love life is pretty lacking. As a bisexual man you would like to think that I would have found someone but nope, nothing of a sort. After some time I feel Kenny tap me.
"Look," he whispers tilting his head towards the door. I turn around to get a better view and I see Craig walking in the door. Oh god, it's not that fact that it is just Craig, he has some young girl on his arm. I turn around and see Kyle's face and I about died. Kyle looks so hurt before becoming pissed off. I watch him stand up from the table.
"Kyle, what are you doing?" asked Cartman concerned. I'm sure it had nothing to do with Kyle's wellbeing at all. We all know Kyle has a short temper. I watch as Kyle walk right up to Craig as he is sitting down. Craig has this 'all shit' look on his face.
"Hey babe," stated Kyle. "Is this what you call working overtime?" Kyle completely ignores the girl as he is focused on Craig.
"Um, can we talk outside," said Craig.
"Sure," replied Kyle surprising me that he would be so polite.
"I'll be right back," said Craig to the girl. "Go ahead and have some shots ordered." The girl nods as if they have done this before. We watch as Craig and Kyle step outside.
"I will never understand why the fuck those two are dating," said Cartman. "I never thought I would see anyone else break up as much as you and Wendy." I nod as Kyle has been dating Craig since we were 20 years old, us being 23 years old, that's a long time. It has constantly been an off and on. Kyle was one of the few people who came out gay and Craig being gay he jumped right on it. Sad thing I don't think he is gay at all but in fact bisexual like myself. This is not the first time I have seen him with a girl. We watch as Kyle starts to shout at Craig outside of the window. "I see a slap coming."
"You think so?" asked Kenny as he stared on. "I wish Kyle would let that asshole go permanently."
"You?" questioned Cartman. "I personally find it entertaining. I do however wonder why does Kyle put up with his shit so much. He must have a magical dick or something."
"Shut up," I tell Cartman not taking my eyes off of Kyle. Craig seems calm as always. He is showing something to Kyle on his arm. I watch as his face turns red. He yells before slapping the shit of Craig. Kyle storms back into the bar walking towards us. He plops down in his chair looking around.
"Nikki," he calls. Nikki runs over pen and paper ready. "I need 3 shots of patron."
"Whoa shit," said Cartman laughing. "Babe do a little number on you." I give Cartman a look to stop pushing Kyle. I turn around and watch Craig sit down and the girl looks like she feels bad for him but seems to clearly understand Craig had a boyfriend. Man people these days.
"Don't let him get to you," said Kenny.
"I'm not!" snapped Kyle. "It's over for good this time."
"Yeah okay," said Cartman rolling his eyes. "That is what you said last time." Kyle shakes his head clearly embarrassed by this whole thing. I look at Craig smug ass just sitting there like nothing happened. Nikki brings the shots and beer Cartman ordered.
"About time Jesus," said Cartman. "I swear good help is so hard to find." Kyle tosses the shots back to back not even stopping to breath.
"Wow," said Kenny. "You going for a record?"
"Maybe," said Kyle. "Somebody start talking and stop focusing on me." Cartman wastes no time opening his mouth about his so called amazing sex life. For a change Kyle is not shying away or telling him to shut up. I can tell he just doesn't care right now. Kyle orders two more shots on top of drinking 3 glasses of beer. He can barely keep his eyes open by the end of the night.
"Called it," said Cartman standing up.
"Stan, you got him?" asked Kenny. "Have to get home to the wife." Kenny married Annie at the tender age of 20. They are both happy and expecting their first child. I'm glad he was able to hang out with us tonight. She is half way through her pregnancy and we are starting to see less and less of him.
"Yes," I reply standing up knowing that Kyle would kill us if we left him with Cartman. "Kyle?" He doesn't even look up. I can tell he is on the verge of passing out. Kenny shakes his head standing up. "Kenny can you help get him to my jeep."
"Yeah," he agreed.
"See you losers later," said Cartman walking to the office off to the side of the bar. Kenny and I stand up and start towards the door. I give Craig the evil eye before walking out. We get Kyle to my jeep and inside the passenger seat safely.
"I really wish he would stop doing this to himself," stated Kenny closing the door.
"Me too," I agree. "Craig continues to cheat on him, treat him like shit. I just don't get it." Kyle is a very strong confident man but like most people he has his weak points. Being at the bottom of the list of cutest boys in our grade seriously fucked him up in a way. He would never admit but he viewed things slightly different after that.
"I do," replied Kenny. "Only love would make a person deal with all that shit." I have only ever loved my best friends and family. I wouldn't know anything about that.
"Let me get him to my place," I reply. "I'll see you later Ken." Kenny waves as he walks off down the street. I get into the jeep and Kyle is seriously making it smell like a bar in here. It's June and I have the plastic taken off my jeep so I can enjoy the fresh air. Him being this fucked up and even in open air I can smell the liquor. I will bring Kyle back to get his car tomorrow. I get to my apartment and carrier Kyle upstairs. He is not in the position to be walking at all it would be cruel to expect otherwise. I walk into the place I call home.
I consider my place average as it has everything I need. It's small but I don't have a lot of stuff either and the rent is an offer I couldn't pass up on. I kick the door close stumbling to the sofa to lay Kyle. I sigh as I go get an extra pillow and blanket for him from my bedroom closet. I come back up front and cover Kyle up and even though he is almost passed out I can see the sorrow on his face. He must have really loved Craig to be hurting this badly. I sit on the edge of the sofa staring at him for a minute before rubbing my hand over his forehead.
"It's going to be okay Kyle," I say softly. Kyle's eyes open slowly. He looks at me although his eyes are not fully open.
"Craig," he says grabbing my face. What?
"Um no," I say. Kyle sits up hugging me.
"Craig, you care after all," he mumbles into my shoulder. "Touch me as you always do when we make up."
"Kyle, I'm not…" Kyle moves his mouth towards mine. He is pretty strong for a drunk guy. I can taste the left behind patron and beer. Kyle massages his lips against mine almost causing me to stop thinking. His kiss is so emotional although I know it is not meant for me doesn't mean it doesn't feel good. I manage to break out of the kiss saying "Kyle, it's me," Kyle slides his hand into his pants.
"You're taking too long," he says slowly. "Mmm," I look down and see the head of his penis as I see his hand beginning to move.
"I can't do this," I say to Kyle. "It's me Stan, I'm not Craig." Kyle buries his face into my shoulder.
"Just hold me," he begs as his hand continues to stroke his dick. I guess it was the least I could do. I wrap my arm around Kyle's waist pulling him close to me. No need to lie, I'm slightly turned on by this but seeing Kyle be this pathetic kind of kills it. Kyle moans starts to intensify as I'm sure he is getting close to cumming. He turns his face into my neck with his lips against my neck. "H-hah" I can feel my dick now getting hard as Kyle releases his voice so openly. He is not kissing me on my neck but moaning as he finally hit his climax.
Kyle is breathing hard for a moment before crashing back on my sofa. His eyes are closed as I look down wonder if he got any on me and he didn't surprisingly. I look back over at him and he has drifted off to sleep. Seriously Kyle, well he is drunk. I grab some tissues cleaning Kyle's hand wondering if I should move him to my bed. It would probably be best to leave him here for tonight. I feel so bad for my best friend as I head to my own room to lay down and head to bed.