Part 5: See a Cute BuNny Hop...

Kenny had to wait for Pussycat Dolls to start playing across a draped white sheet on the wall, for the girls to notice him. He stared awkwardly at them, caught staring at their low cuts.

The blonde with a ponytail holding a martini and a cigarette measured him up, pursing her lips. She shot a glance at Butters holding his hand and Kenny immediately shook him off, putting his hands on his gathered knees.

Butters looked at him surprised by the interruption. Following his stare, he looked at the girls and the girls laughed, popping their glossy orifices. Butters smiled shyly, feeling his face redden.

The ponytail blonde puckered her lips, planting a sweet lingering kiss on her girlfriend's cheek. Kenny fell stiff.

She tilted her head, motioning for the boys to follow their lead. Her tongue licked her open mouth, pressing onto a molar as she watched them on tenterhooks. Her two girlfriends, also twenties on a scale from one to ten, blatantly sent flirtatious looks.

Pushing their hesitation, the ponytail blonde trailed a hand across her girlfriend's low cut.

Kenny blinked indolently, sliding off his parka and kissing Butters on the cheek.

–'K-Kenny.' Butters stammered, then smiled and kissed him back. –'You're my buddy too. Heh. Heh.' He hugged him. The girls melted at the display.

Kenny shoved an elbow in Butter's stomach. –'Ouch, hey watch out, Kenny!'

Butters said in a hurt voice, rubbing his belly with both hands.

The girl with lustrous black hair bought the two a drink, bringing it to them and caressing a side of Kenny's face as she pulled back on the dance floor.

Butters took the piňa colada with both hands, licking a sip. –'Oh it's sweet. Is there any alcohol in it?' He said despite the noise. Kenny, eyes fixed on the girls, slipped a hand under Butters' cocktail, upping it so Butters was forced to take big gulp-downs in order for the drink not to spill on his shirt.

The ponytail blonde revealed her thigh under her dress, slipping it over for a flash.

Kenny lifted his shirt to show his belly. Butters puffed his mouth, lips shaping into an 'O' as he looked around. –'Staring to feel giddy.'

The sweet cocktails kept coming and Kenny kept hoisting Butters' glass until the tiny paper umbrella clung to an empty bottom, dipped in white froth.

Butters moved his shoulders from side to side, listening to the music with his eyes closed. Kenny put his hand on Butters' knee, sliding it up. The girls liked that a lot.

Butters didn't seem to have taken notice and if he did, he didn't seem to mind.

The black-haired girlfriend tapped her mouth with her manicured fingers, pointing at Butters but looking at Kenny.

Kenny scanned the dance floor. It was way too crowded and Cartman was out of sight. He licked the corner of his mouth, grabbing Butters by the collar.

He slid his hand around Butters' waist slowly, tasting the sweet piňa colada foam on Butters' lips as he kissed him tentatively. Kenny's hand stroked Butters' back and he distanced. He looked at the girls. They were pressing their hands to their chests, eyes shimmering.

Butters slowly got up and he left. Kenny watched the girls ushering him to run after his friend. And he did, eventually, feeling thwarted.

Kenny followed Butters into the gentlemen's bathroom.

-'Come on, Butters!' He roared following him. Butters pushed the door gingerly and went into the downy bathroom.

Kenny, pushing past, ran into Craig just coming out and Craig looked at him with lack of sympathy. –'You gonna let me come out or what?' Craig said in an impassive voice. Kenny frowned, letting him through first. Craig turned around, flipping him off.

-'I thought so.'

Inside the bathroom Butters stood in the middle, twisting his wrists. Kenny looked around the dimly lit space. It was bigger then his house and the garage joined.

Butters smirked bashfully. –'What-what do you say we do it here? Is this the right place?'

-'What?' Kenny asked, mystified.

-'I heard people, when they like each other; they touch in the bathroom when nobody's around.'

-'Butters. You have the wrong idea, dude.'

-'Well I sure didn't kiss me.'

-'No...' Kenny said, stepping away from the door. –'I know that. It's just that the girls were doing the same.'

Butters' face flushed. He looked down at his shoes. –'So you d-don't want to kiss me in the toilet?'

-'Gross, dude.' Kenny said, frowning. He rested his hand on the golden doorknob of the utility closet, then twisted it out of diversity and the door opened.

Inside, Tweek screamed. –'AAGH! WHO'S THERE?'

-'Tweek?' Kenny said, raising an eyebrow.

Tweek had his back pressed against the reverse wall, shirt buttoned only halfway.

–'What do you want from me!?' He twitched. Kenny fell silent, comprehending.

Butters crouched down on the tiles. –'T-Tweek, whatcha doing inside a closet, buddy?' He knew. The darn music was too loud for him, too. Poor guy.

Tweek's head jerked. His manic blond hair was crunched back.

-'I can't take this! Shut the door!!'

Kenny slammed the door with a stroke of his hand idly. –'Aagh! Too loud!'

Tweek yelled from inside.

Kenny made a face. –'Thanks a lot, Butters.' He said through a sulk. Butters looked around. –'What the heck did I do?'

-'You only ruined my night, dude. Weak.'

-'I-I don't know what's going on, Kenny. I honestly don't. My heads is woozy from the drinks those girls were buying us all the time. And I wasn't even thirsty. I just wanted to be polite.' He admitted.

Kenny rolled his eyes, turning to leave. He slipped on the parka, reaching for the door only to have the door almost hitting him on the face, opening from the outside.

Cartman shot him a stare. –'I hate you, Kenny.' He said in a tired voice. Kenny crinkled his eyes, leaving.

-'Butters, seriously, we need to talk. Just you and me, buddy.'

-'Why, sure thing, Eric.' Butters said innocently. –'What about?' He clasped his hands eagerly. Cartman twisted his head. –'That fucking Jew, that fucking Jew.'

-'What?'

-'Nothing, Butters.'

Cartman looked around, ignoring a few wasted guys trying to stand on their two legs without keeling over. –'Can we get some privacy? Jesus.'

He opened the closet. Tweek screamed all over again. –'Tweek you scared the shit outta me!' He said, clasping his chest. Tweek's already uneasy knees started shaking. Cartman opened the door wider. –'Get your epileptic ass out of the closet, Tweek. Goddamnit! Move it, you jittery faggot!'

-'Aaagh! Who told you that!?' Tweek started, grabbing his head.

-'TWEEK!'

-'Alright, alright!'

Cartman stifled the urge to kick Tweek in the ass as he climbed out. He waited patiently for him to leave. Then he looked at Butters. –'Butters, step inside for a minute.' He stalled, pressing through his teeth. –'Please.'

The moment he closed the door, the space around them was without a single ray of light. Cartman felt for Butter's arm.

-'It sure is dark in here, Eric.'

Cartman would not be distracted. -'Butters, do you remember when we had that fun time in Oregon? Maybe?'

-'Which time?'

-'How many times have you been to Oregon?'

-'Well, the one time.'

-'Then that's what I'm talking about. Remember Clyde bringing tequila and how good it felt when you drank it?'

-'Oh, yes.'

Cartman loosened his hold around Butters' arm. –'Now, I'm not gonna talk morals here, Butters. What's right and wrong? Who the fuck knows, am I right here, Butters? See, the way I see it, the Church-' Butters cut him off.

-'I'm really listening to you, Eric. It might not seem that way because I feel all dizzy from the drinks those nice girls bought Kenny and me. But I'm listening, Eric.' Butters reassured him once he felt the ground rickety under his feet.

Cartman fell silent. –'You-you're drunk now, Butters?'

-'Oooh, my parents are going to ground me for a week.' He said, fearful.

The door clicked. –'What was that?' Butters asked.

-'No, nothing. The doors lock on both sides.'

-'Why would you lock the door, Eric?'

Cartman looked up in thick dark, sliding off the sou'wester off his head.