My Dear Readers,

Hey, it's me. Forgot the disclaimer in chapter one, so I'll do that here. I do not own South Park or any of its characters. There, happy? Anyways, I'm ging to need at least 4 more reviews or this story may not be continued. Sorry for the long update wait. Oh, I also should warn you, there's underage drinking, use of drugs, and that kind of stuff in this chapterf.

-Tyler

Cartman glanced down at his watch, taking note of the time. It was 4:30, Wendy's party would start at 5. Normally he wouldn't have even considered going, but something caused him to want to. The walk to Wendy's hippie-whore-house would be about half an hour, so he set out into the Colorado snow.

Kyle had fallen asleep at about 3'o'clock, the effect of being bored while waiting for the party. He bolted upright at 4:50 and panicked, hating being late sometimes, then calmed down. He remembered that it was only to Wendy's house, so why should it matter if he was late? He walked outside, took a deep breath, the continued on to Wendy's.

By the time everyone had showed had, Wendy was high. This only further pushed Cartman's belief of her being a hippie. "Hey, kike," Cartman muttered to Kyle, "she's high!" He continued, laughing. Kyle simply glared at him.

"Stop calling me a kike, you fucking fatass!" He then decided to say.

"Jesus Christ, Kahl! Get the sand out of your vagina!"

"Oh, come on, that doesn't even make sense!" Then they noticed that Stan was listening to the argument.

"Dudes, stop fighting at my girlfriend's party." He reprimanded.

"Why does it matter? She's high, so people can do anything they want!" Cartman retorted. Kyle shrugged and walked off, not wanting to listen to Cartman and Stan bicker. He had barely glanced in the direction of the two when he saw Stan fall backwards, fainting. Kyle had though he'd simply drank too much but when he saw Cartman laughing maniacally, he knew it must have been planned.

"What the fuck did you do, you fat motherfucker?!" He shrieked at Cartman.

"I told him a secret, kike."

"I told you to stop using that word!"

"So why should I listen to you, faggot?"

"Because kike is an offensive word!"

"I should care?" Cartman had won with the remark, and Kyle stormed off to find Kenny, who would have something he could drink.

"Whoa, hey Kyle. Sorry, I'm kind shocked you're here at my little alcoholic beverage station." Kenny said, apparently trying to sound intelligent.

"I heard there's kosher whiskey. Got any of that?"

"Yeah, here. Careful with that, Kyle, I've seen how you handle alcohol." Kenny handed Kyle a bottle.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be careful. Thanks, Kenny." Kyle said, walking away and taking a swig from the bottle. It tasted all right, so he continued. He half remembered a bet with Cartman, but he didn't really care. Half the bottle was gone and he felt tingly. In the instant that he passed out, the sound of breaking glass rang in his ears, as did the shouts of Eric Cartman and Kenny McCormick.

Criticism is always welcome, but if you flame, I don't really care. I'll update sooner this time. Remember, I need at least 4 more reviews!

-Tyler