Kenny McCormick had found out about the odd couple at a party. He had been pleasantly buzzed, when Kyle drug Eric into the house, shouting his hellos out to people in the crowd. At first, he hadn't expected much, just that maybe they came together. But as the night wore on, and he saw glances and hints of just how close the two were. Eric had his hand tucked neatly away in Kyle's ass pocket, and Kyle's shoulder never left any kind of contact with the broader set boy. In a sense, they were all over each other, as if they were trying to show it off.
Located just to the couples left, stood Stan, who looked rather sickened by the sight, but made no move to try and seperate the duo. It stirred something vengeful in the blonde; a feeling that had been only fleeting when he had visited the two boys at Eric's household. Jealousy.
"God damnit," He hissed turning away from the scene, pushing his way into the kitchen. If he was going to be forced to watch the two mingle among the crowd, well, he would be absolutely wasted while he endured the torment.
"Something wrong princess?" Craig teased from his spot near the sink. He was surrounded by drunk females; girls that had drove into South Park from local towns—some even smaller than their own—for the party. Then again, when someone as rich as Token throws a decent welcome home party for a certainl blacke haired friend...well. It was supposed to be the party of the century.
"Kyle and Eric are fucking." Kenny blurted without a second thought. He didn't care who heard what he said. If the two didn't want the entire town knowing about it by morning, then they wouldn't have come at all.
"Whoa," Craig muttered, barely raising his brows in surprise. "Guess I didn't see that one coming." He snorted reaching to his left and snagging a small fruity beverage. "Down this." He tossed it to the blonde standing behind his gaggle. Kenny certainly didn't have to be told twice.
"Eric!" Kyle called drunkenly from his spot on the floor. A game of spin the bottle had just ended, and made way for a game of truth or dare. Cartman thought the games were stupid and childish, but for some odd reason Kyle found glee in the idea. So, with an endearing look, the brunette sidled down beside his ginger. "Let's play!" He clapped his elegant hands together, nearly missing the other hand.
"Okay!" Bebe giggled watching as Eric pulled Kyle into his lap. "I'll go first!" She glanced around the group of faces that had piled into the small sitting room near the front door of Token's mansion. "Stan!" She pointed at the blue eyed beauty that sipped at beer. "Truth or dare!"
Stan panicked mildly staring at Bebe. Wendy sat beside him giggling lightly at the group in front of her. Originally, Wendy hadn't wanted to come to the party, claiming that she and Stan could find some other way to spend their friday. But then Stan had informed her about his super best friend and a certain not so fat boy anymore. Wendy couldn't help it, she had to see it for herself. And she was far from disappointed.
"Uh," He glanced over at Wendy. "Dare." He muttered figuring that Bebe couldn't come up with anything any worst than what he and Kyle had done as children.
Bebe gasped playfully, pretending to put some thought into her dare. It would have to be an easy one, while he was still sober, Stan could be a downer. But, if she had managed to get him drunk, well...There had been plenty of times she and Wendy had gotten Stan to do something stupid involving being nude.
"I dare you to do a keg stan for fourty five seconds!" She jumped to her feet, dashing to the kitchen to grab one of the kegs that Token had ordered. It was a simple enough dare, but it was something to really get the ingenuity flowing.
The relief that seemed to flood Stan was the size of a tidal wave. He had definitely expected something a little harder than a keg stand. After all, he had plenty of practice performing them from high school—he had been to many a parties, both with and without Wendy. He stood and followed Bebe into the kitchen. His own blue eyes ghosted over his friend glowering from the corner of the kitchen. A part of Stan even wanted to reach out, and ask Kenny what was going on, make sure he was okay. He knew that Kenny still had a soft spot for Kyle, and that the blonde regretted every wrong he had ever done to the redhead. Instead, Stan allowed himself to be tugged over to the keg, and for the next forty five seconds, he heard nothing but his heart beating in his ears, and the loud cheers of 'chug, chug, chug!'
"Alright!" Bebe beamed excitedly, sending a noncomittal wink over at her own ravenette friend. Wendy rolled her eyes in response, before leading the group back to its original spot; Stan following with a buzzed sway in his step. "You're turn Stan!"
Stan glanced around the group curiously, doing his best to match names with faces. It had never been hard to get him intoxicated, especially on night like tonight, when everyone was drinking to get drunk and have fun.
"Cartman!" He pointed at the brunette, a mischevious glint in his eye. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare." Eric sighed rubbing his thumb in a circle on Kyle's back. The redhead was pleasantly buzzed, but probably wouldn't get any more drunk than that. The broader boy hadn't planned on letting him get even that, but once they walked in and caught sight of Kenny...Eric wouldn't be so cruel as to make him stay sober.
"I dare you to...uh," Stan furrowed his brows, as if having to think pretty hard about it. Kyle perked up glancing at his super best friend, curiosity piquing his interest. "I dare you to..." His eyes closed slightly as he thought of the word his brain had conveniently forgot. "Serenade! I dare you to serenade Craig!" A burst of laughter flew from Kyle's lips as he imagined Cartman on his knees and strumming a guitar in front of the stoic male.
"What?" Eric blanched unamused. "Fine." He sighed shaking his head and standing. The group followed suite, to make sure that the brunette kept up with his dare. Craig was talking to Kenny, not to Eric's surprise. The blonde glanced up, glaring rather heatedly the closer he got. Behind him, Eric heard Kyle tell Stan that it might not be a good idea.
"What do you want fat boy?" Kenny snapped crossing his arms over his chest, and standing slightly in front of Craig. It was a minute, defensive display, and did not go unnoticed by Eric.
"I've got to serenade Craig," Eric said simply, shrugging his shoulders. Craig raised an eyebrow, a small cock to his lips in amusement.
"Alright," Craig muttered nodding his head giving Eric the okay. Dropping down to one knee, Eric belted out the thong song. Kyle found it gut-busting hilarious, and even Kenny found himself grinning at the stupidity of it. Craig, however, looked unamused before shaking his head. "Alright. No more of that. I keep thinking of that stupid purple hippo. Now go away."
Cartman snorted, standing with the help of Kyle. He placed a chaste kiss on the ginger's cheek, before leading the group out to the living room.
"Alright, Eric. You're turn!" Bebe chimed excitedly. Her blue eyes bounced between the brunette and the redhead as giggles escaped her lips.
"Hm," Eric glanced around the group, before his eyes landed on a certain raven haired female, her brown eyes knowing as she stared him down. Wendy Testaburger was the only one who had ever gone out of their way to challenge Eric. "Wendy." He muttered, a rather devious idea forming in the back of his mind. He hadn't forgotten their last encounter, back before Kyle and Kenny had broken up.
She was supposed to meet up with him for some coffee. It was her idea. They would talk, reminisce about a fling they had in high school. It was a common meet up, she still had a thing for him. Instead, she sat across from him grumpily, her arms crossed over her chest in annoyance. Cartman knew for a fact that he hadn't done anything to garner such wrath. He had done his best to keep himself at bay whenever she was around him alone. So when he sat down, he was not surprised to hear the disgusted scoff escape her lips.
"We can't do this anymore." She sneered glaring over her shoulder, at something just outside the window. His eyes followed her scowl, landing neatly on a blue beanie clad head. Stan was chattering away, his hands moving about in a lively manner, with a certain red head. "I have to learn how to hate you Eric." She whispered leaning forward. "I need you to give me a reason to hate you." Brown eyes landed on a matching pair, as he found his attention refocusing on the ravenette.
"I have to give you a reason to hate me? Since when does anyone need a reason to hate Eric Cartman?" He scoffed pushing away from the table. "I don't think you need a reason. I'm pretty sure being me, is reason enough."
Wendy pursed her lips glowering after his back. She had not liked the answer, and had yet to be given a reason to hate him. But, that was all getting ready to change.
"Dare." Wendy bit out eagerly. Eric didn't miss the way her eyes glanced him over, and by the tension in Kyle's grip, neither had the redhead.
"I dare you to tell the truth." Eric muttered, soaking in the way the color drained from her face. She knew exactly what he meant; remembered the conversation that had been had.
"Eric," She seethed angrily, and leaned back crossing her arms. She was in a catch twenty two with this game. If she didn't complete the dare, they'd be able to ask a question that she would have to answer truthfully. And if she quit, it would make her look like she had something to hide—which she did. But that was the whole point of it being a secret. "Which truth?" Her voice snapped, a low growl emitting from deep within her chest.
"You know what." He crossed his arms leaning back daringly. "You wanted me to give you a reason. Here's your reason." Everyone within the group glanced between the two curiously. It seemed as though even Kyle was lost somewhere in the translation of the glare that was split between them.
"Not the time, or place!" Wendy hissed before heaving a sigh, and doing her best to take a calming breath. Her pulse had gone wild, and she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. "But fine. The truth?" She leaned back smirking deviously at Eric. "Stan proposed to me today. And I said yes." The answer directed towards Eric.
The brunette glared back before leaning forward resting his forearms on his knees. He dared her to glance away; wanted her to show a weakness to him that only he got to see. After all, he was supposed to be hurt by her saying that right?
"What?" Kyle screeched turning to his super best friend. Shock was written on his face, plain as day. "You didn't tell me that! When did that happen!?" Kyle hicced towards the end. He wanted to be excited for his super best friend. But the alcohol was proving to instigate a negative reaction instead.
"You didn't know?" A familiar voice broke into the group, causing Kyle to freeze. At the commotion, Kenny found himself being lead into the living room. "He proposed to her sometime last week." Kenny felt a nasty smirk work its way onto his lips. He didn't like the flinch that came from Kyle, but something about it made him angrier. He wanted Kyle to be fiesty, to fight back, to be the Kyle he knew in high school. The original reason he had even thought of sleeping with the boy was because of his attitude.
"He did?" Kyle squeaked glancing between the crystal blue eyes of Kenny, and the darker marine blue of Stan. "What..." He felt his heart rapidly thumping in his chest. Something wasn't right. Something was very very wrong. Tears welled in the corner of his eyes, and Kyle released an annoyed grunt swiping them away.
"Great," Eric muttered beside the redhead. He was patting Kyle's shoudler gently, sending powerful glares at both Kenny and Wendy. "Kyle," He began to stand, and tugged the redhead up with him. "I think its time we go." He placed an arm protectively around Kyle's waist, drawing the thinner body closer to his own.
"Kyle..." Stan wheezed, the anxiety obvious on his face, his own glare making bee-lines for Kenny. "I was going to tell you, honest."
"But you didn't!" Kyle shrieked angrily. His voice had come out higher pitched, and breathless. He felt the anxiety knotting in the pit of his stomach; his chest was growing tight, only exacerbated by the break down of alcohol in his system. He should have never taken that first drink.
"You should just go home." Kenny found himself snapping at the redhead. "Not like anyone wants you here." The blonde regretted the words as they slipped from his mouth. Kyle's face crumpled as he glanced around at the group. Everyone was tense at the sudden break out of the argument, unsure just who to side with.
"Fuck you, poor boy." Eric snapped in his boyfriend's defense. Kyle had gone completely and utterly silent at the remark, and Cartman could see him breaking down the structure of each word inside his mind. "C'mon. I want you home, with me." He whispered, pressing a tender kiss into the red curls. He turned, tugging Kyle gently with him. They were almost to the door when Kyle felt his feet stop of their own accord.
"Kenny," He whispered turning to the blonde. And somehow, over all of the whispering, and the music, and the subversive glances, Kenny lifted his head in Kyle's direction. "I wish you would die." He hissed, turning on his heel. He wouldn't let the blonde catch the tears that filled his emerald eyes. No, unfortunately, Eric would have to be the one to deal with the hiccups as Kyle drank himself into a blackened frenzy at home. Then the two would go to bed, and sleep off whatever misery would enter their minds.
Come the morning, they wouldn't say a word to each other. Instead each boy danced around the other, doing their best to avoid the memories of the night before, hoping, that by doing so, it would disappear and would never have to be mentioned again.
