Kenny was sitting on the floor at one corner of the Blacks' living room all by himself, an empty beer bottle in his hand. He wasn't completely wasted, he only had five beers after all, but they were a cheap-ass brand and they made him feel a bit tipsy. He certainly wasn't sober enough to try getting up and fight his way through a room of drunken teenagers, dry-humping each other. Saturday night parties at Token's place had the tendency to end up as a big fucking orgy.

No, he was quite comfortable, in his own little corner, listening to the loud music and quietly humming to himself. He was leaning his head against the wall, keeping his eyes shut and that's why he didn't notice his aforementioned host approaching him and slumping to the floor beside him. Token nudged Kenny's arm with something that felt cool against his bare skin and the blonde boy opened his eyes abruptly, realizing he was staring at a bottle of whiskey. A very expensive bottle of whiskey.

"Here Kenny, drink with me," Token said offering him the bottle and Kenny took a long look at it before bringing it to his lips and taking a sip. Damn, it tasted good.

"Ah, thanks man, the fatass went to find more booze and left me here all alone. He promised to bring me back another beer, though."

"I last saw Cartman in the kitchen, raiding my snacks cupboards," Token informed him.

Kenny rolled his eyes at that "Figures."

He then passed the bottle back to his companion, and while Token was taking a deep swig of it, Kenny raised an eyebrow at him and asked the question that had formed in his mind the minute Token had brought him the whiskey. "Hey, isn't this like the really fancy stuff? I mean, your parents aren't gonna get mad or anything?"

Token, apparently being a bit lightheaded himself, suppressed a small chuckle before answering, "nah, don't worry, it's my shit after all, I was just, you know, saving it for..." and with that he trailed off, looking slightly embarrassed like he was about to say something he shouldn't. He lowered his eyes, away from Kenny's face and stared at the floor instead.

Kenny gave him a curious glance and then a smirk started forming on his face. He snatched the bottle away from Token, who didn't resist much and kept his dark eyes on the floor. "Be careful rich boy, don't spoil me like that or I might go all Pretty Woman on your ass." Kenny teased playfully before laughing to himself and taking a long drink. With the addition of whiskey in his blood he had reached the point where he deemed his own lame jokes as unbearably funny.

Token, on the other hand, looked rather nervous and flustered.

Before Kenny had a chance to inquire as to what was bothering him, Token let out an exasperated sigh and breathed out heavily "Fuck, maybe you should."

And with that the smile dropped from Kenny's face and his expression started mimicking his companion's.

Token sighed again, more softly this time, allowing his eyes to finally go up and wander on Kenny's face, which made the other boy feel a bit uncomfortable. The combination of the awkwardness of the moment along with the alcohol in his blood made him feel unsettling. What was Token playing at?

He didn't have to wait too long to find out though, cause Token pried his eyes away from his face once again and with a more steady voice he started explaining "I mean, you are pretty much into anything, right, and I...Well, not only am I the only black guy in this hick town, at least in our age, but I am part of every fucking minority around here. Well, except from the Jews. I'm pretty sure I'm not a Jew." Kenny was thoroughly confused by that point but he couldn't bring himself to interrupt his companion's mini soliloquy. At least not yet.

"I mean can you even imagine it? Being black and gay in this fucking redneck kingdom!"

Ok, thought Kenny, this conversation needed to slow down immediately. Token was gay? When the fuck did that happen?

He opened his mouth as if to offer a small protest or something, but it looked like Token was on a rant, apparently he wanted to get a few things of his chest for a long time.

"I mean, seriously, how am I supposed to even get any action? This town is so fucked up, man and I'm like a clause for politically correctness, like the punchline to a bad joke, if you think about it."

Now, he was getting all philosophical and shit and Kenny was pretty sure he didn't do philosophical even in his most sober state, and especially not when he was slowly getting even more and more hammered on Token's $500 whiskey.

So being the whitetrash piece of shit that he was, he interrupted Token's speech by blurting out the first thing that came to his mind "wait, are you saying you wanna start paying me for hooking up with you?"

At Kenny's words, Token lost his previous bravado, his face heat up and he almost choked on the whiskey. He managed to pull it together though only a couple of seconds later and he stated matter-of-factly "No. But I could make your life a whole lot easier."

Kenny contemplated this for a moment as he was observing Token's face, who looked ready to throw up but to his defense he didn't avert his eyes this time.

And maybe because Kenny was completely wasted by then, maybe because Token's eyes were pretty damn soft or maybe because there was a silent plead in those eyes somewhere, Kenny took the almost empty bottle from Token's hands, dropping it on the floor with a not so subtle thud – luckily it didn't break – and cupped the other boy's face in his hands. Token looked like he was about to explode staring into the blonde's cerulean eyes, so Kenny decided to put him out of his misery by slurring "Hell, why the fuck not?" before crashing their lips together.

…...

He woke up with what he would later refer to as the most mind-blowing hangover of the season and his mind immediately tried to register its surroundings. He knew he was in Token's place, because he remembered attending the party the night before but he couldn't for the life of him, make out all the details. He had drunk a lot and had also mixed various drinks, so the previous night was still pretty hazy, especially the last part of it.

When he felt confident enough to open his eyes completely, he realized he was in someone's bedroom, sprawled out on that someone's bed, which was a royal king sized one, but still the whole room didn't feel like it was Token's parents bedroom. Besides, there's no way in hell Token would let him crash at his parent's bed no matter how drunk and pathetic he might have looked. And although he suspected the Blacks had a lot of guest rooms, another look around the room that he was currently hiding in, confirmed what he had already begun to suspect. He was in Token's own bedroom. And as soon as the realization hit him, and some of yesterday's memories came crashing back to him, he sit up abruptly and with a force that he almost fell of the bed altogether, eyes widening with mildly terror.

He wasn't making out with Token last night, was he?

And if he wasn't, what the hell was he doing in his bed?

What else happened that he had no memory of?

Kenny decided that hiding in Token's bedroom was not getting him anywhere, he needed some answers and by answers he also meant the strongest fucking coffee on the planet to fight that insufferable hangover. So he dragged himself out of bed and for the first time it dawned on him that he was fully clothed. Good he thought, at least that meant he didn't do anything completely stupid yesterday, even if he had to endure the horrible smell his sleep-in clothes were now emanating. He stopped at the closest bathroom on his way downstairs, poured some water on his face before checking his reflection in the mirror. God, he really looked like shit. Not that he was extremely self-conscious or anything. Kenny knew he was attractive, hell he was probably the most handsome guy in his entire class, despite his poor diet and his general unkemptness. The only nice thing he got from his fucked up family was good genes. Someone could even suggest that he had some kind of natural beauty, the type that is always evident even under layers of dirt and dried blood.

So Kenny never actually tried to look good, especially not after a crazy night of booze and possibly, amorous activities with a certain rich boy.

Said rich boy, was nowhere in sight, Kenny thought, as he was going down the stairs to the main kitchen of the Black's residence. He was also wondering if he was the only one left, it certainly looked that way. As he passed the living room on his way to the kitchen, he noticed it was completely deserted, all of last night's drunk teenagers gone to their respective homes, Kenny speculated. Shit. That wasn't good. He did not want to be in an empty house alone with Token, who may or may not have had his tongue down his throat the night before. And then there was the issue of Token's bed. If they didn't make out why would the other boy get into all the trouble of carrying him to his very own bed instead of dumping his sorry ass to the nearest couch?

He could hear muffled voices coming from the enormous kitchen of the Black residence and he braced himself for a couple of seconds before heading to the direction of the voices. He entered the kitchen tentatively and his eyes fell to the square wooden table, right in the middle of the room, where a very disheveled Clyde was sitting with his face in his hands seemingly sporting a hangover that could rival Kenny's. The blonde hoped he didn't look that miserable though. A quick glance around the luxurious kitchen and Kenny found what he was looking for. Token was standing over the counter, his back on him, with a metallic turner on his hand, apparently cooking what smelled like eggs and bacon. Despite his hangover and the hoarseness in his throat Kenny couldn't stop his mouth from watering at the delicious smell. He didn't even remember the last time he ate a proper home-cooked meal. Speaking of that he noticed how Token looked completely at ease preparing breakfast for Clyde and hopefully for his poor ass too, wearing a black cotton apron on top of what appeared to be a purple turtleneck sweater and a pair of black chinos. Damn, he looked good for so early in the morning. And apparently neither him nor Clyde noticed him standing awkwardly and shifting from foot to foot, so Kenny faked a cough that startled Clyde to the point of almost falling from his chair. Token however just turned his head and upon seeing it was him, his lips turned into a small smile while his eyes were shifting shyly from Kenny's face to the floor. And underneath his cool exterior, Kenny could clearly spot the embarrassment on Token's face, the timidness in his small movements.

Damn. Shit. Fuck! He was definitely making out with Token last night.

Kenny wasn't one for awkward moments though, so he slumped into the nearest chair, employed his most charming smile and said "this smells deliciously Toke."

Clyde raised an eyebrow at that, while Token grinned happily, clearly enjoying the compliment.

"Thanks dude, it will be ready in five minutes. Hey guys do you wanna some pancakes as well?"

"Well, who could say no to pancakes," Kenny started but he was caught off abruptly by Clyde who was now glaring at him "No, we are cool Token, don't worry about it man."

"Are you sure? I've got all kinds of syrup," their host insisted and Kenny felt his mouth watering again. This time Clyde answered for the both of them without even giving the poor boy the chance to open his mouth "Yeah dude, we don't want you getting into all this trouble," he said while shooting pointed glances at Kenny, who decided not to press the issue further. Hell, eggs and bacon was a satisfactory breakfast all by itself, way better than Kenny's usual fried bread. They were silent for a few moments, the only sound being the sizzling of the frying food. Clyde was back into resting his head on the table wishing his hangover away and Kenny took the chance to observe the luxurious kitchen.

And while the poor boy had talked himself ages ago into not feeling envious of the countless advantages pretty much every single one of his friends had over him, he still couldn't stop that sickening feeling like a twisting razor at the bottom of his stomach from tormenting him. Luckily Token brought their food just in time for Kenny to stop musing over the injustice of it all.

He couldn't help but wonder though if Clyde knew anything about last night. He and Token were pretty close, it was only natural that he mentioned something to him about their escapades.

As soon as Token set a plate in front of Clyde he started gobbling down the food not even bothering thanking Token for taking the time to feed his sorry ass.

Kenny, however, living up to his whitetrash and a gentleman reputation knew there were two things you should always feel grateful for. Sex and food. And his dark skinned friend offered him both of those things in less than a day.

So Kenny raised his cerulean blue eyes and stared into Token's chocolate brown ones, where he could clearly see a hint of nervousness. Kenny couldn't help but finding that cute.

"Thank you," man he said, offering one of his best smiles.

"No problem, I like cooking anyway."

To that Clyde grunted appreciatively, his mouth full of bacon, agreeing with his best friend's statement.

"You are not having any yourself?" Kenny asked his host.

"No, I usually just have a coffee for breakfast."

"That's what you get for hanging out with Tweek too much," Clyde said with a smirk before stuffing his face with another bite of eggs.

Kenny wanted to inquire more about Token's eating habits but his perpetual hunger got the better of him and he started eating his own food. It took only a bite to realize that Clyde was right. It was the best eggs with bacon he had ever tasted.

"Wow, this is great, man. Didn't know you could cook that good."

Token looked even more flustered at the compliment.

"Thanks Kenny. It's like a hobby of mine."

He finished the rest of his meal in silence, while Token and Clyde were engaged in a conversation about last night's party.

"I'm telling you dude, I heard Craig talking about it before he passed out," Clyde said while sipping some of his orange juice.

"Yeah, but he was pretty wasted. I still don't know how he managed to get up at seven today."

"Because he is so boring his body goes through the same repetitive motions every day. For him sleeping in would be like getting his nipple pierced or something," Clyde chuckled at his own little joke.

Actually that reminded Kenny..."What time is it now anyway?"

"11:20" Token informed him before turning his attention back to Clyde.

"So will you tell me what happened or what. You make it sound like it was something earth-shattering!"

That caught Kenny's interest. There was only one other thing that he liked as much as food and sex. Gossip. He would never admit it, of course, and lied even to himself, insisting that it was only because he wanted to be well informed about the things that were happening all around him.

And informed he was. He knew pretty much everything, especially about who slept with whom or who had the hots for whom. His own intuition was combined with the uncanny ability of making people confessing all kinds of embarrassing stuff to him without him even trying. Basically, Kenny was the guy to go to if you wanted information.

So he pretended he was too preoccupied with his breakfast while eavesdropping shamelessly on his two friends.

"Mmm, well I suppose it is pretty earth-shattering if you think about it," Clyde said with his mouth full, something that made Token cringe slightly. Kenny made a mental note of that; apparently Token was all for proper table manners.

Clyde made him the courtesy of swallowing his bite before continuing "anyway Craig told me that weird skinny girl with the red hair and the hood was all over Tweek in the upstairs bathroom."

Kenny almost choked on the piece of bacon he was chewing. Since it was pointless to fake indifference anymore, he asked the first thing that came to his mind, giving some time to Token to process Clyde's information, which had left him pretty dumbfounded.

"Did they fuck?"

Clyde snickered at that, while Token tried to look not too flustered, failing miserably, which Kenny again thought that was kind of cute. Since they obviously had their tongues down each other throats last night, he was allowed to at least regard Token as cute.

"I'm not sure but I don't think so," Clyde said. "I mean, I know Tweek. The guy hadn't even held a girl's hand before yesterday, so I doubt he would go for bathroom sex in the middle of a crowded house. I think they just made out a bit, right Toke?" he asked his friend, possibly, Kenny thought, because Token could provide a good input on most situations.

"Yeah, man, I think so too. I wonder if they are a thing now, though."

"Well, I've never heard Tweek mentioning her before, so I don't know if whatever this is will continue. To be honest, it feels kind of random to me."

Kenny couldn't help but agreeing to that "it is random, dude, I mean Tweek and Lizzy? Nobody saw that coming."

"Lizzy! Yeah, that's her freaking name," Clyde exclaimed happily before continuing with his narration "I don't think they spent the night here though, I mean we would have spotted them in the morning."

"No, they didn't," Token explained. "Apart from you guys, only Craig and Jason spent the night and they both left pretty early today."

Token's statement made Clyde give a quick glance at Kenny and upon meeting the blonde's eyes, he quickly looked away as if they were sharing a terrible secret and they were embarrassed about it.

Kenny wondered again what else Clyde knew about last night. But before he could inquire discreetly, Clyde stood up stating that he had to go help his dad with the Sunday chores.

Kenny was suddenly terrified at the prospect of staying alone with Token so he did the first thing that came to his mind. He asked Clyde for a ride. Their houses were pretty close so Kenny was okay with Clyde dropping him off at his house and walking the small distance to his own place.

"Yeah, man, sure. I could use some company for the ride anyway."

Token accompanied them to the front door. He had previously declined Kenny's offer to help with the dishes. Clyde gave a small hug to his friend before exiting, leaving Kenny to stand uncomfortably at the threshold not knowing what to do. After a couple of seconds of both staring awkwardly at each other, Token decided to break the silence "well, I guess I'll see you around."

"Oh, yeah dude definitely," the blonde replied before storming outside, cursing under his breath for losing his cool. That didn't happen often. Kenny McCormick was a cocky, suave bastard, who had mastered the art of flirtatious teasing. However, the foggy images from last night, on Token's floor and definitely, he remembered vividly now, in his bed, made him feel like running as far away as possible from the guy he had almost had an one night stand with the previous night.

The ride back to Clyde's house was an uneventful one. Kenny decided to abandon his cunning plan to try and pry information from Clyde and pretended to doze off. As soon as they reached Clyde's house he jumped out of the car, mumbling a quick thank you.

The walk home on a chilly September morning was not something Kenny was looking forward to, but at least it would give him an opportunity to clear his head.

As he was passing by his friends' houses, the first snow forming at the sides of the road, Kenny's thoughts revolved around the night before and what the hell it meant. Was he seriously attracted to Token, or he was just too damn wasted? And most importantly, why did he have that intolerable feeling that he was missing something? That he couldn't remember the most important detail of all.

When finally he reached his shack of a house, his head was hurting from all the thinking.

The fact that he could already hear yelling coming from inside, didn't help. As soon as he shutted the door behind him, he made a run for his room, completely ignoring his parents, who were engaged in their regular morning activities. Drinking and screaming their lungs out at each other.

Once inside the safety of his room, he took off his torn jeans and his blue hoodie and collapsed into his bed.

And then suddenly, as he was laying on his back staring at the cracks on the ceiling, it came to him. Crystal clear. That little thing Token had said the night before.

I could make your life a lot easier.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Now, Kenny McCormick may have been a dumb redneck, destined to lead a poor, unfulfilling life but he was a man of action. Plus he felt really bad about himself for feeling awkward around Token and therefore allowing his self proclaimed title of master of seduction to come into question.

So he took out his ancient cell phone from his back pocket and texted Token; wanna hang out later?