"Dude, what are you drinking?"
"I think it's fucking vodka," said Kenny, looking at his bottle in a confused manner and reading the label right to left, before shrugging and swigging it down. His friend Kyle rolled his eyes, not too surprised at Kenny's behavior.
"I don't think you should drink anything you can't identify." Kyle pointed out, getting a can of beer himself. "I suggest you go outside and try to sober up before getting another drink."
"And I suggest you to fucking shut the fucking fuck up and just fucking drink your fucking beer already!" laughed Kenny, waving his arms in a drunken manner once again and once again taking a large swig of vodka from his bottle.
"Remind me to not let you come to one of Token's parties again," muttered Kyle, perching himself on the sofa arm and grumbling. Sometimes he resented being friends with somebody who got drunk so easily.
"But… but there's so many hot girls!" said Kenny, pointing at a random girl with her top almost completely off.
And the sometimes Kyle didn't resent it.
"That's not exactly a good reason to come to a party," he pointed out, sipping from his can. "There are plenty of hot girls during school."
"Yeah, but they're not drunk!" laughed Kenny, falling off the sofa and getting up again.
"Drunken hot girls are so much better!"
They sat together on the sofa, observing the teenagers around them who were amusingly drunk. After a period of drunken sober silence, Kenny cast his attention to a figure on another couch, talking and laughing to their friends, and said to Kyle.
"Dude, that girl is so pretty. I wouldn't mind making out with her."
"Dude, that chick is a dude!"
"…Oh… But I still wouldn't mind making out with her."
"You wouldn't. You're pendulum, aren't you?"
"What the fuck that supposed to fucking mean?"
"You swing both ways."
"Yeah… so?"
"So go make out with him then."
"Okay."
Kenny got up from the couch, made his way over to the guy who looked like a girl, and then practically pounced on him, attaching his lips to the others. Obviously Butters didn't see this coming, but in response to a guy who happened to be an amazing kisser, he kissed back. After a short make out session, the guys crowding around them and staring, Butters finally detached his lips from Kenny's, and said.
"Oh golly, I'm Butters."
"I'm Kenny," grinned Kenny, sticking his hand out to him despite practically sitting in his lap on the couch, Butters smiled back and took it.
"So, what brings you over here?"
"I thought you were a pretty girl," Kenny said. "But I still didn't mind kissing you."