A/N: Howdy Ho! So as i said in the summary, this fic is all from Stan's POV, however does NOT solely focus on him. I tried to include as many characters as I could into this fic because I just love everyone, so expect side stories! PLENTY of pairings, straight gay and bi characters! Some pairings are more focused on than others.

Hope you enjoy!

Wandering in to the bar sluggishly after a long day of work, I seat myself in the centre of Skeeter's infamous bar. The only people in there were a couple of elderly men, plus Skeeter, who was chatting up one of the mom's of a kid I went to middle school with. But it was a Wednesday evening and definitely not one of their busiest times.

"Heya Stan!" He pauses to acknowledge me walk in, "I saw your dad come in the other night, 'said your junior baseball team won the regionals!" I nod tiredly. My job is coaching the baseball team in an elementary school just on the border of Colorado. I have to get a train there and back everyday, but the money and the rewards are worth it. They even asked if I wanted to teach as a substitute back at South Park Elementary. The principal called me himself; it wasn't PC Principal though. I heard he was fired for having relations with another teacher. But I decided not to take the job; I wanted to travel and see new places.

I tend to come in to Skeeter's frequently, maybe once or twice a week after work. Enough for them to know what I want to drink.

"Alright I'm heading off now…hey B!" Skeeter leans over the bar and yells into the storage room, "Stan's here, bring in s'more whiskey from the back while you're in there will ya? Have a nice weekend!"

Out walks Bebe Stevens, an old time friend from elementary school. She's a college student hoping to become a professional dancer, but she's home for the summer right now, so she's earning some extra dollars in the bar. She's very close to Skeeter's daughter Rebecca, so Skeeter trusts her to run the place on her own whenever he needs it.

"We going with a single shot, or have those kids made you want that double today?"

"Nah, just single today Bebe. Thanks"

She pours my drink swiftly as usual, and slides it over. "How's work going?"

I sigh, "Alright I guess. Think they're looking at increasing my salary. College?"

"Pssh, like you need it. And college…..yeeeaah it's ok. Got another show in a couple weeks, rehearsals are tough. Fancy covering me here so I can go take the biggest nap of my life?"

"I'll pass, I couldn't deal with the assholes you get coming in here. Your patience is impressive."

She scoffs, "Oh Stan you should've seen it…some dude and his wife were in here last night, the wife wanted fucking elderflower in her G&T…..bitch you're at Skeeters, do we look like we have any god damn elderflower? It would've been sweet if the man didn't start yelling at me for not having a great deal of gins on offer. I don't know how I keep myself so composed sometimes"

She leans forward on the bar and grabs her mobile phone from her back pocket. The two of us laugh about some really random Facebook posts and videos, before the front door opens once again. And it was definitely a face I didn't expect to see in here.

"Uh-hey fellas! I figured you'd be in here Stan!"

Butters is definitely not the kind of guy to walk into bars. He's grown up to have some kind of weird intolerance to alcohol. Rumour has it he tried some out of peer pressure when he started high school, and ended up in such a state that he wound up next to the river completely butt naked somehow, and unconscious. The kids at high school knew him as "Butters the Bar Crawler", and I think that made him want to prove he wasn't as bad as they made out. I mean I don't blame the guy, but it does make me wonder what on earth happened that night.

"Hey ho Butters! Haven't seen you for a while, what brings you here? In a bar, no less? Nice weather tonight for a skinny dip actually..."

"Shut up Bebe! I'm not here for that! N-n-not like that's what I'd do normally if I came here…..not like I'd do that even if I DIDN'T come here….alcohol makes you all f-funny and stuff…like when you see those videos of dogs that are really tired but are still standing up? I don't know how you guys can feel like that...ALL the time when you drink that stuff!"

Bebe looks at me unamused, then back at Butters. "…you really need to get laid sweetie."

"So what you here for Butters?"

"Sooo yesterday I was speaking to Jimmy, and Jimmy said that he went to Craig's new apartment last week and it's hella HUGE! But anyway he said that he told Craig he should have a party and invite all the people we used to go to school with, l-like a reunion! So Craig said sure, and now he's having a reunion party at his big apartment this Saturday!"

Bebe tossed her hair and put her hand on her chest in shock, "What?! Why the fuck have I not heard anything about this? Am I not invited?!"

"Oh no no! Everyone's invited! But Craig kinda left the guest list to Jimmy because he said he couldn't be bothered to do it, and Jimmy's been busy with his journalism, so he asked me to help him out and here I am!"

Bebe stands up straight looking back down at her phone, quite clearly excited. "Nice! I'll set up a group chat with the girls and let them know, I'll leave the rest of the guys to you Butters!"

"I don't have Facebook, but I'm free all day tomorrow so I can go visitin' folks!" he smiles optimistically. I wonder if he knows that this party will be 100% filled with the alcohol he so despises.

I smile at the two of them; this should be pretty good. But then something hits me.

"Oh shit...will Wendy be coming?"

Bebe rolls her eyes, "Prolly dude, I can't invite all the others and NOT her…"

Wendy and I haven't spoken for 2 years, at LEAST. And we didn't leave things on good terms, either. The last time I saw her she was crying and yelling at me because I'd missed her grandfather's funeral for a house party. At a girl's house, no less. We'd endlessly argued for days and days until she finally broke up with me that night, and decided we should completely cut ties. And I know we've said that before, but by the look in her eyes alone I could tell she meant it for real this time. I really took a downward spiral after that; I began drinking again, I started smoking tobacco, I slept around a bit, but I don't think any of that made me feel better at all. Damn, she was my first love, and my only love to this day. I knew it was gonna be hard seeing her again. But I wanted to.

"Don't worry, if anything happens you know I'll be the number one couple's therapist. I'm used to it from school."

"Bebe, don't even go there. You made me stand outside her window with a damn boombox as she was in her bedroom with Token."

"I had no idea she was dating Token okay! But what I DO know is that she's single again right now, so you don't have to worry about a guy pulling a Token on you at the weekend"

The problem with Bebe being good friends with both me and Wendy is that she ships us together. HARD. And will do absolutely anything to push us back together. She gave up after our big breakup though, because I think even she saw how serious Wendy was about it.

Butters pipes up once again, with another sensitive topic.

"Speaking of rocky relationships…how's things with Clyde?"

She laughs hysterically, suspiciously so. "Oh my GOD Butters how did you not know that we broke up last week? I'm sure Clyde would've posted like 20 status updates about how heartbroken he is— oh yeah, you're lame and don't have Facebook."

I check my news feed, she was most definitely right. What 20 year old guy writes a post saying "im cryin so much ))': I'm lost without u baby xoxox"?

I decided to question it, "Okay I didn't actually know until now either….what happened there?"

"He cheated on me. Or at least said he did. And said he did it because he could do better than me…then tried to say he DIDN'T cheat on me and was only joking…remind me to ask Jimmy to teach Clyde what a joke actually means."

Yup, that sounds very Clyde-like.

I sigh, "Well at least I won't be the only one dealing with an ex at this party."

"No it's definitely not just us…Red and Kevin, Heidi and Cartman…"

Butters butts in, "Actually I'm sure that Eric and Heidi have been friends since they broke up. Eric visits her while she's working at her dad's gym sometimes"

Cartman? At the gym? Hardly believable.

"Oh, that's….nice..." Bebe says sarcastically; I don't think a single one of the girls at school approved of Heidi dating Cartman. Not like many of the guys did either. Especially Kyle. "I think Heidi should be more concerned about Kyle than Cartman….Kyle's her ex too you know."

Ouch, I remember that too well. I don't think I'd ever seen Cartman so filled with rage…..but I guess Kyle did steal his girl. Kyle of all people. And I'm not talking once either. After Heidi broke up with Cartman the second time, one of Heidi's friends saw her making out with Kyle round the back of the movie theatre. And as expected from the girls, it easily found it's way back to Cartman within a matter of days. I remember Kenny and I having to restrain him because he had immediately stormed to Kyle's house and started kicking and punching the front door over and over, screaming like a mad man. I was surprised Sheila and Gerald hadn't called the cops on him. Thankfully, Cartman doesn't hold grudges and he'd forgotten about it within a month or so, and went back to hating Kyle in his normal casual fashion, rather than a psychotic fashion.

Who am I kidding? Cartman's always been psychotic.

After a few moments of awkward silence between us, Butters yells out so that I almost crap myself. "OOOOH! Bebe I don't suppose you've got a pen and paper? i'm gonna write a guest checklist!"

I snicker, "Butters you're really enthusiastic about this aren't you? Considering you'll probably be the only sober one there."

"It's okay, I'll just get drunk on the atmosphere!"

Bebe wanders to the other side of the bar, bringing back a small notebook and pen. "If you wanna start with the chicks, I'm gonna ask Wendy, Red, Heidi, Nichole, Annie, Lola, Jenny, Theresa, Isla, and Nelly. They'll all be able to make it and I'll make SURE of it….And obviously I'll be there too."

I help him out, "So for the guys you'll have me and Kyle, Cartman and Kenny, Yourself…"

"Craig's crew obviously. But I think those guys still have a group chat. Token, Clyde, Jimmy…oh, and Tweek! You don't even NEED to ask him."

Craig and Tweek remained as close as they were in elementary school. But the question among everyone still stands; whether they actually were dating or not. Personally, I think it's more of a strong bro-mance. But I can't say for sure.

"Kevin Stoley…Jason White...we missed anybody?"

Bebe shrugs, "I think that's everyone in our class."

"NEATO! I'll go see who else might be roaming around town! See you at the weekend fellas!" Butters merrily trots out of the bar, his pen scanning the paper, obviously deep in thought about where he can find them. It wasn't long before I'd finished my drink and was walking back home myself, ready to shove something simple to eat in the microwave and chill out before an early night.