Friday
"Hey Stan, you're going to the dance tonight right?" Wendy whispered in his ear sweetly.
"Yeah, totally, definitely. It's going to be great."
"Who's your date? I bet she's real pretty."
"Yeah."
"Goddamnit Stan! I am trying to have a civil conversation with you! Can't you even put some enthusiasm into it at least? That is honestly so fucking rude, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"My problem with you is that you are a manipulative bitch who has absolutely no problem with ruining another person's life to benefit you."
"Excuse me? When have I ever done that?" Stan gave her a look that said everything.
"I am not going to argue with you because you and I both know that you'd never admit it."
"What the fuck is your problem Stan?!" Wendy scowled, the rest of the class is now avidly watching and listening.
"My problem with you is that you are possessive and egotistical. You think that everyone is your property and that no one can be better than you at anything. You don't believe that you can make mistakes and when you do make one, you blame it on someone else" The bell rings. Stan gets up and leaves, Wendy is left gaping.
"He is going to get it, him and his whore." Wendy grumbles under her breath as she packs up her books. Cartman is waiting outside the class for her.
"We still heading out to yours at 4 or what?"
"Oh definitely! So glad you said yes by the way." she tittered and smiled.
"Savor it."
Cartman walks her to her next class and kids are whispering behind hands at them. Wendy just wanted all this to be over. It was all the bitch's fault that she was in this situation. But... he really wasn't as bed as she remembered.
5PM
"Thanks for coming to set up, really appreciate that!" Jess beamed at the noirette.
"Don't worry about it, I-it's the least I can do."
"Wanna jam out a bit before the boys show up?"
"You already know. Low-fi?"
She selects a song and the pleasant disarray of sounds blare over the speakers. It is smooth and soft, just the sort of thing to get her to calm down and just relax.
"Let's dance." she says as she presses against his lean frame and hooks her arms under his arms to rest her hands on his broad shoulders.
They sway to the slow rhythm of the song, the sweet guitar and muted lyrics created a separate world just for the two of them. Just the music and the comfortable heat of the other's body seeping through fabric, they forgot about the event at hand and just revelled in the comfort. The doorbell rang.
"That was nice, should definitely do it more." She smiles to Craig.
"D-definitely." Holding onto her hand while she walked away, it was a shame that it ended, it felt like mere seconds.
"We're breakin' in Jess!" Kenny yells from outside.
"Oh shut up Ken." Stan playfully scowls.
"Good evening fine maiden." Kyle tips his ushanka (which he now rarely wears)
"Hey Stan and friends! Thanks for coming and bringing beer!"
"No worries!" Stan smiled through grit teeth, he had witnessed the little dance session and his chest just felt so tight and confined. It was unfair how Craig got all her attention and he was left with a little snippet.
"We're just afterthought now? Oh c'mon! At least make it Ken and friends!"
"Heya Jess! Got you and the boys beer! Take care of my Stan." He huffed while hauling kegs and crates of worrying amounts of alcohol.
"Thanks so much for providing Mr. Marsh! And i'll definitely take care of your boy!" Shut the door and turned to the boys.
"What's in that bag Kenny."
"Um… nothing?"
"Just remember to share with everyone."
"Thanks babe." Kenny smiled.
"Alrighty boys, we playing shot-for-shot tonight or what."
"Listen, I take after my dad, you are going to pass out."
"Same here, trust us. You are going to be seeing through dimensions."
"Listen Stan, Craig, I can take care of myself. I don't care about out drinking two boys at once. I just want drinks down my throat and two cute boys beside me while I do so."
"If you say so sweetheart, but don't get upset tomorrow when you have a killer hangover. And Craig, you and I both know I could drink you under the table."
"You know that's not tolerance, that's just your fourth grade alcoholism." Craig intoned.
"I'm not a fucking alcoholic! Goddamnit Tucker! Just because I have a beer every morning with my breakfast does NOT make me alcoholic! I don't have a problem!"
"No Stan, that is alcoholism."
"Shut the fuck up Kyle! I'm not an alcoholic!"
"Whatever you say Raven."
"Don't you ever fucking bring that shit up again Kenny! That was a dark time in my life. I never want to relive that again."
Jess raised a delicate eyebrow. "Excuse me, what?"
Kenny sniggers, "Stan was goth boy for a little while."
"Don't worry about hon, we've all been there."
"So what happened to Clyde and all them?" Craig wondered
"Uhh… Jimmy is MC for the dance, Timmy is DJ, Kevin has a date and Clyde is with Bebe." Jess reasoned.
Token and Nicole arrive in the Black family car, it is striking in the neighbourhood. The bold shade of white still visible in the dead of night.
"Hey girl, thanks for inviting me. Really appreciate it, really didn't want to see the girls either." After Jess's 'welcome party', Token followed through with the dare and ended up staying with Nicole.
"Thanks mom!"
"GAH! Thanks for the d-drive !"
"Just make sure that you get to bed by bedtime or you are grounded!"
"I will!" As she drove away, Butters huffed. "Work was busy today, I really need to relax."
"Well come on in! Let's start with music and popping shots!"
10 minutes later
"Guys, the Titanic didn't sink because of the iceberg. It was done on purpose." The boys groaned as Tweek blabbered on about another conspiracy theory.
"Stop! Stop! I am too drunk to be into this right now! You're making me paranoid!" Kyle slurred.
"You should be, everything you do, everything you search, the FBI know."
Jess got up from her position on Tweek's lap, "I need another shot. Let's go boys."
The two noirettes crowded into the kitchen where Token, Nicole and Butters were playing a rather heartbreaking game of Monopoly.
"I-I can't believe that you'd actually do this to me Token, don't I mean anything to you?"
"Like I said, doesn't matter if you are my girl, pay up the $450 property tax."
"Ha! Bitch, Token is the only rich person in this town! It's only natural his bitches pay fines for his dick!" Butters yells out in drunken glory.
"Alright boys, bottoms up." Each of the three hand a shot in each hand. They had already had 4 shots at this point.
"Did I just hear people poppin' shots?" Came Kenny from the staircase, freshly stoned.
"How high are you?"
"Am I what?
"High."
"Oh hey yourself."
"How much weed have you taken?" Kyle who had passed out on the ground snapped his eyes open.
"I HAVE RISEN."
"It's not jus' weed." Kenny giggled.
"You promised you'd share…"
"Yeah Kenny! Give it here!" Whined Kyle.
"Alrighty, upstairs then!" everyone was drunk and tipsy at this point, even the shot-for-shot trio. It was a rough ride going up the stairs, everyone sticking to the wall and sliding their way up.
"Hey guys, so this is my room." she gestured to her walls plastered with band and comic book posters.
"Sick." Craig commented while picking up a Joker figurine.
"Let's go boys." Kenny picked up his King-sized joint and passed it around. "Anyone want a Xanny?"
"Sauce that shit here." Growled Jess
"Ooh, girl knows what she wants~. Ur gonna hav' ta' take from ma lips, babygirl." he popped the pill in-between his teeth.
"If that's what it takes." Jess sighed and leaned towards him and promptly kissed the living daylights out of him.
"Woah."
"That's how it was for me!" Kyle chirped after taking a large hit. "Ya'know, Jess, I think, that, Wendy wanted t-to pull something, on you at, the dance" slurred the man.
"Why do you think?" all the boys were giving the ginger their full undivided, intoxicated attention
"I-I let, her plan, the dance. And she, kept wanting, to, to look, at the, attendee list. I've heard, her talking to, her girls about, the dance and, and you two." he points at Stan and Jess
"Was there a 'King and Queen' kinda thing?" Stan questions.
"Yeah."
"She was honestly probably trying to pull a Carrie."
"You guys wanna go to a park?"
"It's only 8, Jess."
"And?"
"Why don't we just go to the backyard instead?"
"You are so smart Craig. Let's do that." as the gang slowly migrate their way downstairs with minimal fumbles. Tweek has since made a pillow fort, Butters is angrily commenting on a black TV screen and Token and Nicole are nowhere to be found.
"Guys, guys, before we head out, we need drinks!"
"I don't think you should be having another shot in your st-" Jess had already downed two shots.
"Whatever." Craig shrugged and the two noirette boys down two shots each.
"Y'know what we need? Pictures!"
Jessica Anderson just tagged Stan Marsh and 7 others in 15 photos
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"Y'all wanna make a snowman?" Kenny questions.
"Let's do it!"
"Jess, Kenny, Kyle. It's 14 degrees Fahrenheit. You guys don't have jackets or boots and you guys are going to catch colds."
"Stan, lighten up. Let them do whatever they want."
"Yeah Stan, listen to other Stan over there." Kyle sighed as he fumbled and tripped into Stan.
"Whatever, don't blame me when you get a cold. I'll be inside." Stan trudges back into the house with wet socks and glowers at them in superiority.
"Whatever, we don't need him!"
At the dance
"Wendy! Wendy! Stan and the guys are all partying at Jessica's"
Wendy stops spooning spiked punch into her cup, "They're what?"
"Stan is at Jessica's house! We gotta crash and do something!" Bebe hisses, "Clyde wasn't invited, but he really wants to go!"
"But… aren't Clyde and Jessica friends? Why wasn't he invited."
"Fuckin' Craig said that it was because they knew we were going together. But I think Clyde wants to ditch for her."
"I don't think crashing her party and doing something is going to solve anything. If Clyde wants to go, then he wants to go, all of his boys are there. But he should be spending and enjoying his time with you, maybe you just need to make him see that." Wendy sips and explains to her distraught friend.
"What? Weren't you the one who wanted to absolutely ruin her life and make her miserable? Don't you want to take back Stan? What happened?" Bebe interrogates.
"I-I just don't think t-that Stan is the man for me, Bebe. I'm realizing that we were never fit for each other, that's all. I don't think that taking it out on an innocent girl is going to solve anything." She stammers.
"Wait… this better not be about Cartman!" Bebe realizes, "You said yourself that you would only use Cartman against the bitch and look at you now."
"I-It really means nothing Bebe, I swear!" Wendy quickly defends.
"Don't you fucking lie to me. I know that Stan is a good man, any girl would be lucky to have him. But Cartman? Really? The guy that you have hated since 4th grade? The guy who fucking fed his half-brother their dad just because he was ginger? The guy who rips on Kyle Broflovski for being Jewish? What the fuck Wendy! I thought you were smarter than this!"
"Bebe, Eric really isn't that bad once you get to k-know him."
"So it's Eric now, is it? You fucking pushed Nicole out of our group because of Stan and now all the sudden you only want Eric?" Bebe nearly pulls her hair in frustration. "I can't fucking deal with you right now, I am leaving."
"Wait Bebe! I'm sorry!" Bebe looks into Wendy's eyes.
"I know you're not." Bebe got all her things in check and grabbed her boyfriend and made her way out.
"Something wrong babe?" Clyde took note of her hunched shoulders and furrowed brows.
"Just Wendy."
"Want to go to Stark's Pond and watch the stars while you rant?" He pulls her into his arms and cradles her.
"Yes please. You always know how to calm me down, and I really appreciate that." Clyde looks down at her with a smile.
"What's with all this sappy stuff all the sudden, you never do this."
"I just realize how much I appreciate the way you put up with my problems. I should have been telling you this all along, I've been taking you for granted, I'm sorry." Bebe mutters as she buries herself into his shoulder, Clyde blushes.
"Well I appreciate you not minding my crybaby ass." They stay together for just a moment. "So Stark's Pond?"
"Lead the way tiger."
Slow music was blaring through the Anderson household. There were boys building snowmen in the backyard, there were boys in the basement smoking. But best of all, were the three noirettes rubbing against each other upstairs.
Everyone was intoxicated, even Stan the Man. The worrying amounts of alcohol had finally gotten to the three's high tolerances. All had liquid courage swirling in their veins, the room was suddenly too cold, they needed to get closer. The two boys crowded the shorter girl and towered over her.
Jessica did NOT mind to heat AT ALL. She was loving the attention being showered on her from the two attractive boys. The music was really getting to her, the smooth beats accompanied by a gruff voice really made her want to move. The boys shared the sentiment. She could barely sort her thoughts. All she could feel was music thrumming in her bones, hands on her and warm bodies against her.
As much as she wanted to keep dancing, she was just so sleepy, her eyes could barely lift themselves up. She somehow peeled herself away from the human heaters and staggered her way towards her bed. She pat both her hands on the bed and the boys made their way towards her. They tucked themselves in and all were out like a light.
"You guys are just sooo hot. I'd fuck you both."
"Is that so, expect that I'll be taking that offer up soon." mumbled Stan. Craig just grumbled.
"Good night."
