Craig watched Thomas leave, head beginning to hurt again as he let his head meet the bar table. This was all going too far, Tweek and he had enough problems without Thomas telling him he loved him back. That was the last thing he needed to know right now was that there was another excuse for him to get away from Tweek. And besides, he still cared about Tweek... That didnt change.
Back at the table seating the birthday boy, Butters grinned, looking back at Craig and frowning. "H-Hey, Thomas is gone, Tweeky... Maybe we should go over and talk to him." He smiled sadly.
"I-I'm going to go tell him about the trip...maybe that's what we need! M-Maybe just...some time away." Tweek smiled weakly and walked over to the raven haired boy, biting his lip. "U-Um Craig...Butters and Kenny invited us to stay with them for the weekend...they're going to go shoot off fireworks and I think it'd be romantic… if-if you w-went with me." He muttered quietly, self consciously as the words left his shy lips. Romantic seemed like such a foreign word in this situation, and he felt awkward asking Craig about something romantic. He also regretted doing so while the boy was drunk…but it wasn't as if he had a choice, either.
Craig lifted his head to see Tweek, actually shocked to see him not upset or mad at being shitfaced drunk. "Y're not mad at m'fer drinkin'?" He slurred, shaking his head for sounding so stupid and drunken. "Ugh, sorry..." He muttered, pushing his glass away and folding his arms on the table. "Romantic, huh?"
Tweek nodded, taking Thomas' now empty seat next to him. "Y-Yeah...romantic. Maybe that's what we need...something...romantic, you know?" He muttered, rubbing at his arm. He was furious at the boy for drinking, but he tried not to let it show for now. They could discuss that later. "So...you'll come with me right? I think it'd be good for us...I-I think we should go."
Craig debated saying no; a whole half of his brain was itching to go find Thomas at his motel...but he decided against it in a last stitch effort to mend their relationship. As drunk and horny as he was, he still knew his right from wrong… "Yeah, Tweek. Of course." He muttered, setting a hand on the boy's knee and rubbing it before standing to his feet. "Sorry."
Tweek smiled weakly, absently ignoring the numerous apologies…but then remembered the boy was drunk. "Y-you promise? Tomorrow you're going to wake up and remember you promised?" He asked, warily. He knew this routine all too well and didn't plan on falling for it again. He took Craig's hand tightly, squeezing "Promise me..."
"You just gotta make me." He laughed weakly, holding the boys hand and squeezing back. "We both know I won't remember." It sounded awful, but it was the truth. Craig may or may not make a fit about it in the morning, but he knew that if Tweek told him he promised, and he was hung over, he'd probably believe him.
