Craig Tucker had a happy life. He had a nice house in the suburbs (it was rented) he had a stable job (he was an accountant) and he had a fiancé that he loved. His life was plain, simple, and boring. That's how Craig liked it, and that's how it would stay. He still lived in South Park, but he tended not to cross paths with anyone that wasn't Clyde or Token in fear that his perfect boring life would dare become stimulating.
His fiancee's name is Nora Eastman. She was perfect for Craig, she wasn't devastatingly beautiful or horrifically ugly. She was just Nora Eastman, soon to be Nora Tucker, who worked at a bakery thirty minutes away in North Park. Simple soft facial features, stick straight brown hair (not chestnut) and simple brown eyes (that didn't sparkle or glitter. She was just Nora (maybe a little plump from sampling a few to many cupcakes and cookies at work) and that was how life was to stay.
They were eating their regular Tuesday night dinner. Craig forked the final piece of meatloaf into his mouth, content with the boring, the familiarity. Nora came from the kitchen, with two plates containing single slices of rich carrot cake.
"Ruby dropped by earlier". Craig said while taking his portion from her, Nora rounded the small table and sat once more across from her beloved fiancé, gingerly cut a small helping from her cake before gently setting it in her mouth. That's one thing Craig always noticed about Nora, she always made a big effort to look feminine and delicate.
"Oh yeah? What did she need"? Nora wondered in between bites.
"She needed an old sweater of yours. Apparently Karen McCormick is knocked up and her clothes don't fit her to well anymore". Nora's lips pinched into a thin line and her eyes narrowed. Having grown up in a strict Catholic household, she felt strongly about un-we'd teen pregnancy.
"Alright then, I suppose I can rustle up a few things that don't fit". Judging by the tone of her voice, the discussion was over. Their Tuesday night continued winding down according to the unwritten schedule as Craig loaded the dishwasher and Nora wrapped leftovers in tin foil and set them away in the fridge. As she waited for Craig to finish the dishes, she poured a glass of wild grape wine and cradled it with her pudgy fingers.
"I drove by the old Tweak Bros. building, or what's left of it. There's a sign up saying that a new Halgreen's Pharmacy is being put up instead". Craig's eyelids immediately closed as he felt the plate slip from his fingers and onto the linoleum floor. The plate shattered instantly, causing both Nora and Craig to jump. Her wine licked against the rim of her glass, splashing against her grey knit sweater. Her eyebrows furrowed and she excused herself to their bedroom to change, leaving Craig to sweep away the mess.
As he emptied the dust pan into the garbage, he allowed himself to think back. So the old building is being torn down... He couldn't say he disagreed with the notion. Kids were less likely to injure themselves bumming around the Halgreen's then they were poking around in the remains of a charred building... Besides when he drove by to visit Nora at work it would be significantly less painful..
He's in bed now, his sunshine yellow hair rustles against the pillow case each time he moves in an attempt to get comfortable. His green eyes, shadowed with insomnia dart nervously as he chews on his fingernails. A sudden shift in the sleeping partner beside him pulls his attention away from random objects and to the drowsy cornflower blue eyes of the love of his life. Tweek gently pets down the entanglement of Stygian locks.
"What are you doing awake"? Wonders Craig, his voice is laced with drowsiness and he wears the scent of sleep like he wears the scent of sex, like an all natural alluring perfume. "I'm always awake at this hour Craig". Craig's arm is suddenly thrown over Tweek's feline form as the larger boy wiggles himself into the crook of the blonde's frame.
"I know how to fix your insomnia". Tweek doesn't have to look at Craig to hear the wink in his voice. Craig begins waltzing his fingertips along the lower region of Tweek's gut, and goosebumps raised themselves to meet Craig's warm touch and a desperate sigh escaped his lips. Craig, knowing how to appease his beautiful china doll of a boyfriend, grinned and hooked his nimble fingers around the hooks of Tweek's boxers that were adorned with smiling images of happy cups of coffee, and pulled them to his ankles.
Craig grinned in bed at that memory. If only Nora and her strict catholic ways knew of Craig's past and how not only did he not loose his virginity to her, but had multiple gay relations. He rolled over to his left side before a sudden buzz of his IPhone caused him to groan and snatch it up with his lovely hands. He squinted, reading the text from Clyde. Something about a bachelor party . There was an address to some place on the outside of town. He switched to google and typed in the address, and the top link was the home page to one location his eyebrows arched in extreme surprise and a tiny grin spread across his boyish face. The White Swallow Men's Bathhouse. He quickly texted back that was an asshole and B. that he'd be seeing Clyde and Token at that location tomorrow at eight pm.