Speakeasies

By: Serpentsrose

Disclaimer: All Character's and most places belong to Tray Parker and Matt Stone. And, the lovely people of Comedy Central. No profit was made. Please don't sue me. For I can tell you know. It is so not worth the effort.

A/N: Ok, I have had this idea floating around in my head a could weeks and was able to come up with a basic plot. I have the first chapter almost finished. And, wish to know that if I wrote this, would anyone be interested in reading it. A beta would be appreciated so if interested please drop me a line. I'll get the first chapter up as soon as possible, hopeful beta'ed but at the very least I shall run it through spell check. If you see any mistakes just tell me. I will fix them no worries

A/N 2: Okay for those who read this before and are wondering where my plot outline went i moved it to my profile page. That way for those who don't want the story spoiled can read without it. If you want to look at it just go to my profile. It was bothing me since i posed it so i finally gave into myself and moved it. Well hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1 The Warning

The place was packed, music played and a satisfied smirk crosses painted lips as he crossed the room towards the bar. Placing his hand on the bar, his nails painted a matching green, to the dress that framed his body.

"Ike." His voices comes out in a low tenor masking the masculine qualities as he called out gently to his young brother.

Ike, who was drying a glass looks up, tilting he's head to the side in question. "Kyle?" He still called his brother by his real name even after the months since they opened the speakeasy. Kyle who had just lengthened his name to Kylie, smiles at his younger sibling before asking.

"Has he come in yet?" Kyle's green eyes scan the crowded bar room taking in the bustling Friday night crowd before turning back to face his young brother.

"Who? Stan, or Cartman?" Ike asks smirking his tone taking on a hint of teasing, as he watches his brother squirm in is satin dress. But, before he could tease him some more another voice comes drifting from behind the bar.

"That's Father Marsh to you. Ike." It was Kenny McCormick, who was pouring a drink for a man a little was away from where the brothers where standing. " You should show respect for that man. He works hard for the people of this town. He's a good man."

Kyle gives a small laugh. "What no defense for Officer Cartman?" His eyes dancing with amusement as he leans against the bar, resting on his elbows. Suddenly a voice comes from behind causing Kyle to jump.

"I didn't know you cared, my dear lady." The voice belonged to Eric Cartman, the toughest officer in all of Park County. His blond hair slicked back behind his hat which he took of as he entered the speakeasy. The rest of his uniform still in place. It was obvious that he was still one shift, this was not a social call. He was walking up towards the bar from the front door. The crowd parting in his wake. Even drunk out of their mind the crowd knew better then to mess with the 6'3" that was Eric Cartman. He had a reputation for being heavy handed when it came to public drunkenness. Even going as far as having the old mayor kicked out of office for what he found to be immoral behavior, last New Years Eve. It was no question who had the power in this town. Well, most of it. There where some forces that even Eric Cartman had to look out for. One of them was the reason he was here today.

"Come for a drink?" Kenny asks placing a glass on the table, and gesturing to it with his hand. "It's on the house."

Cartman waves it to it shaking his head. "No thank you, here on business. I'm afraid. I'll pass, besides even if I wasn't on duty you wouldn't catch me near on of those alcoholic beverages. Devils work they are."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Mr. Cartman." Kyle says placing a hand on his arm. "Can I offer you some water then, maybe coffee, I'm sure Kenny wouldn't mind brewing you up a pot." He says gesturing at Kenny who nods back.

"It would be my pleasure lady." He looks at Cartman questioning."Sir?"

Cartman shakes his head and smiles politely. "No thank you, I won't be staying long. I just wanted to let you know that there planning a raid on the speakeasy down the lane, tomorrow night. And, that it might be best if where closed when it occurs."

Kyle looks down thinking it over before giving Cartman a shy smile. " I think we'll do just that, Ike." He turns to his brother. Who was watching the conversation with interest.

"Yeah."

"I would like you to inform the customers that we won't be open tomorrow night. No need to say why. Just let them know, we won't be here and it might just be best to avoid this part of town tomorrow night." Kyle looks Ike in the eye, and his little brother nods. Quickly makes his way around the tables spreading the message. Kyle looks back up at Cartman. "Thank you. Mr. Cartman. I don't know what we would do without you."

Cartman smiles. "Think nothing of it Ma'am, and besides how many times have I told you to call me Eric."

"More times then I can count. Mr. Cartman." Kyle replies back ducking his head hiding his eyes behind his curls. Causing Eric to chuckle. "Well," he says " I'll get you to say it someday."

Kyle lifts his head and gives the Officer in front of him another smile. " I'm sure you'll try." Kyle glances to the floor once more. "Thanks again, I know how much you hate places like this." Kyle's hand does a sweeping motion gesturing around the crowded bar." I know it mustn't of been easy."

Cartman reaches out, and gently grabs Kyle's chin lifting it up so he can look into Kyle's eyes.A smile toughing on his lips. " I found its not that hard when your doing it for someone such as you."

Kyle finds himself blushing as he takes a step back and away from Cartman's hand. "Your to kind."

Cartman just watches Kyle step back and says, "Sometimes not kind enough." He puts his hat back on his head and gives a short bow. "I'll get a hold of you day after tomorrow and let you know how it went. Good luck, my lady."

Without another world he heads for the door. And as quickly as he came he disappeared from sight. Leaving Kyle exhausted, leaning against the bar, using it for support. "Sometimes, I just don't understand that man." He says turning he's head in Kenny's direction.

Kenny who had been watching Officer Cartman leave, gives Kyle a small smile. "Sometimes I don't even think he does."

"What do you mean?" Kyle asks turning to face Kenny more. " He don't know himself?"

"You'll see…. You'll see."

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