Another New Year, another lame party, Craig sighed and made his way through the random stranger's house he was in, all the teens of South Park were here, even the outcasts and losers, why not? It WAS supposed to be the party of the year. Craig made his way to the kitchen and sucked back a beer, the bitter liquid running down his throat as he scoffed. Yeah, party of the year and cheap beer. Oh well, its not like Craig cared, he was only here for said cheap beer, maybe a snack or two, all he really wanted was for this ball to hurry up and drop so he could get back to his guinea pig. He carried his beer into the living room and looked at the tv that was currently playing the live showing of Time Square. Craig rolled his eyes and made his way over to Clyde who by the looks of his dancing, was already way beyond wasted.
"Clyde, my friend. You look fucking ridiculous." He said in that mono-tone voice of his.
Clyde just snorted, pushing his hair from his red face. "Who cares? Not like any of us will remember this in the morning!"
Craig rolled his eyes again and shook his head. "You might not, but some of us have more class than to pass out in some random strangers house and forget our night." He muttered before leaving his friend to make a fool of himself.
Craig stood off to a corner by himself, drinking his beer quietly. Man, this party really did suck, there wasn't even any good looking chicks or even dudes here. Yes, fuck you, Craig mother fucking Tucker swung both ways. The ball should be dropping soon, of course that meant massive amounts of drunk couples making out on the dance floor, Craig's eyes slid over to the couch where he spotted Tweek Tweak, even the spastic blonde was here. Go figure, Craig looked him over, his tongue running across his lips as he did. The boy was good looking, what could he say? He always wore the same outfit, a dark green shirt, sloppily buttoned, a slight show of skin here and there from where he missed a few.. those dark skinny jeans, that always showed a whole lotta crotch and a good thing of ass, and his hair, don't get Craig started on the hair. That was a whole mess of trouble, it stuck sparatically everywhere and you could always see the shorter tufts where you just knew he'd pulled it out in a moment of paranoia... Craig was barely aware of the fact that his legs had carried him to the couch, when the drunken party goers counting down the ball drop, Craig was busy pulling that blonde mass of messy hair to his feet, he didn't give a glance at who might be looking when he pulled the boy into his arms and as the clock struck midnight, he gave him a kiss right on the lips, deepening it as soon as he could. Tweek gave a squeak and was rigid in his arms for a few seconds before his arms traveled up Craig's side. Craig smirked into the kiss and pulled away with a pop, he looked into the eyes of the twitching blonde and chuckled.
"Happy New Year's, spazz." He murmured.
He sat them both back on the couch, Tweek had previously occupied, Craig's response to the looks they'd been given was a prompt middle finger to all, his arm snaking quickly around Tweek's waist. Tweek was a trembling mass as he buried his face in Craig's shoulder, unsure of what caused Craig to do this but not complaining all the same.
"Happy New Years everybody!" A drunk Clyde slurred before passing out on the floor.
Craig chuckled and finished off his beer before looking down at Tweek. Maybe this party wasn't so lame after all..