Kenny loved and hated parties.
Loved them, because he was more then competent in the social area. He liked to chat up cute girls, he liked the drinking games, he liked watching people make asses out of themselves, he liked to dance and do silly things.
He didn't like them because there seemed to always be an expectation of him bringing girls home, of being some kind of god when it came to women. There was always some rumor about him, usually fallicious. South Park was a small town. Sure, he liked sex. But there were only so many times he could fool around with the same girls that hit the partying scene before he got bored or they got emotionally attached. With the way his life was, the constant deaths and the ache of no one remembering...he was not so sure he wanted to endure the hassle of a relationship.
So the blond didn't rush to Token's party. When he did get ready to go, he only briefly groomed himself. Kenny decided on the same parka and white t shirt, the same black converses as always and quickly ran his hand through his hair as if to tame it. This was to no avail. He shrugged at his reflection, and made his way out of the house.
Quietly he shut the front door behind him and walked passed the old, rusty car on his front lawn. The one that had been there since the 5th grade. He trudged his way to the side walk and headed toward the Black residence.
The walk was pleasant, Kenny relished in the crescent moon that beamed it's light down on him. It was still cold, but it's less so than usual. If he really wanted to he could have unzipped his parka and walked around in his t shirt. The bitter temperature would have bit at his bare flesh, but it would have been nice, refreshing.
He contemplated it, but did not act on it It might have felt nice, but he could have still ended up catching a cold and dying. He had gone about a month without dropping dead and having to take a visit to hell. He hoped he could survive at least a few more weeks,
Houses passed, and eventually he is at Token's mansion. The blond stomped up the steps and pulled open the front door, not bothering to knock. He could hear the music blasting from the living room, he knew people were already theere and he didn't need permission.
When he entered he couldn't help but marvel at how vast the Black's house was. He could easily get lost there, he kind of wanted to see what secrets lie behind the closed doors of this mansion. He made a note to himself to explore later.
Craig vowed never to go to a party again. He didn't know what college life was like, if there are even parties where he intended to go. What he dud know is that he didn't like them, he has had enough of a drunken Bebe trying to feel him up. Has had enough of having beers spilt down on him from the back. He found himself pushing passed bodies to get the hell out of there. He was drunk, dizzy and he wanted to sleep,
Before he knew it, he had stumbled in to the foyer of the house, where it lacked a huge crowd. Craig let out a sigh of relief. Fuck Clyde. Small party his ass. He blinked, blankly up at the stairway that lead up to the rooms upstairs. He was surprised he didn't get lost.
He took a few steps backwards, gaze still on the long staircase before he turned and made for the door. He had his hand on the door knob, was ready to twist open the locks so he can exit, until a voice made him come to a halt.
"Well, if it isn't Craig Tucker."
It was Kenny. Craig gave him a blank stare, looked at him in his drunken state. The two of them did not talk often. Craig avoided mostly anything to do with the orange clad boy and his friends shenanigans, unless it was to one up them or he was mildly amused.
He does not say anything in response. He was too trashed to make a proper, biting one. So he raised his middle finger up at him, leaned his weight against the door. Kenny raisesd an eye brow at that. He made to get closer to the shorter male.
Sure, there might have been a roaring party. But Kenny was kind of sick of that scene at that point. Maybe picking at Tucker would have proven to be fun. He leaned in to Craig and dared to take a whiff, all knowing. He pulled back and let out a snort.
"You're piss drunk, aren't you?" He questioned. Craig raised his chin at him and opted to stay quiet.
Kenny contemplated leaving him there so he could stumble on home himself, but Craig looked like he was about to fall over. So Kenny rolled his eyes, Craig was not someone he wanted to see in hell because he choked on his own vomit. He looked over his shoulder at the staircases that lead up to the Black's mysterious hall and thought that maybe that was his chance to explore.
"Come on, Tucker." He said. He got closer, put his arm around Craig's upper torso and rested his hand under his arm, on his side. Craig normally wouldn't comply. He even stuggled a little. However, he must have been just too drunk because eventually he just let Kenny lead him up the stairs, stumbled a few times onto him. When they get to the top he let out a grunt.
"Can walk...myself." he said, he tried to get out of Kenny's grasp. Kenny snorted again.
"Like hell."
He went to the nearest room that was unlocked. No one appeared to be getting it on in there, as people at parties tend to do. So Kenny lead Craig to the bed. It was a rather nice one, the nicest he had ever seen. A king sized thing with drapes and clean sheets, plush pillows, the whole nine yards. Kenny thought it probably had to be Token's parents room.
He helped Craig lay down, yanked the covers over him. He would often do this with his mom or dad and was sadly used to it. He seldom drank at these things, just watched as a result.
He contemplated leaving him. Almost did. However he opted to get him some water with the glass on the Black's side table and made Craig drink it all. Having seen him plop right back down under the covers, dead weight, he decided that the party could go on without him. He went to the other side of the bed and sat down on the soft surface. He laid back, not under the covers, because he felt that would be too...personal. Kenny turned on his side and watched Craig, who laid on his back. His gaze stayed on him as his chest rised and fell.
It was weird, because Craig always looked so threatening. But right then, as Kenny watched him slumber, he couldn't help but think he was just like any other human. Everyone needs sleep, Craig was no exception. Life was full of needs, and everyone had them. No matter the facade they tried to present to the world. It didn't matter how indestructible they tried to make themselves appear. At the end of the day they were like everyone else.
He doesn't know why but he reaches a hand out and pushes strands of black hair away from the closed eyelids. His eyes stay on him for a few more minutes, before his own begin to droop and he falls into his own sleep.