The party at Clyde's that has been referenced before.

Characters: Stanley Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Leopold 'Butters' Stotch, Craig Tucker, Clyde Donovan, Token Black, Tweek Tweak, Wendy Testaburger, Red

Characters are 15.

Clyde's Party

"How do I look?" Kyle asked, he was wearing a green polo shirt and skinny jeans with his usual ushanka.

"You look fucking amazing," Stan replied, he was wearing a blue polo shirt with a black jacket over it, looser jeans and he wasn't wearing his usual poofball hat.

Kyle leaned up to kiss Stan's lips, he wouldn't be able to do it at the party because they hadn't come out so he savoured the contact.

They were going to Clyde Donovan's house party for the evening and meeting up with Kenny, Cartman and Butters on the way there.

"Have you got the stuff we're taking?"

Stan held up a plastic bag filled with bottles of beer and cider, "Yep."

Kyle pulled some trainers on before standing.

"You getting shit-faced?" Stan asked.

"I don't know yet," Kyle shrugged, "School has been stressing me out, maybe I should cut loose."

"I'll text your mom and tell her you're staying over then."

"You're a lifesaver, thanks."

"I'll also keep you from embarrassing yourself because I'm such a caring boyfriend."

Kyle chuckled, "You are quite caring."

Kenny was wearing a skin-tight orange T-shirt and jeans, Butters and Cartman were both wearing jeans and cyan and red polo shirts respectively.

"You guys ready for tonight?" Kenny asked as the couple walked towards them.

Stan nodded, "We're ready to give bullshit excuses to not fuck girls if that's what you're asking."

"It'd be easier if you just came out," Cartman frowned.

"And deal with my ma?" Kyle asked incredulously, "No thanks. I like my boyfriend's vital anatomy, thank you very much."

Craig downed his third beer of the night, no one had even turned up at Clyde's house other than himself, Token and Tweek.

"Maybe you should slow down," Clyde said, "We haven't even started yet."

"I'm drinking now so I can get the coke out later," Craig said monotonously.

"I thought I told you not to bring hard drugs."

"I clearly didn't listen."

"I should've know when you wore that jacket."

The jacket Craig was wearing was infamous among South Park teenagers, from a distance it wasn't anything spectacular. Craig had ripped the seams out so that he could hide drugs in them and sell them. Craig's family was pretty well off, but Craig himself was dirty rich.

"I'm sure it's not a problem if he's careful," Token shrugged.

Clyde frowned, "Fine but if you get in shit, I'm not bailing you out."

"I'm not expecting you to," Craig replied disinterestedly.

Stan and Kyle were very good at acting like they were best friends and nothing more.

"No, I think Ariana Grande's hotter than Mila Kunis," Stan shook his head.

Kyle snorted, "No, Mila Kunis is hotter," Stan grinned when he saw Kyle mouth, "You're the hottest though."

Kenny came back and held out a bottle for Kyle, "Jägerbomb."

Kyle grinned and necked it in one, "Nice one dude."

Kenny laughed, "You've been at this party for half an hour and you're not drunk. That's not like you Kyle."

"I'm not that bad. I don't get drunk that quickly."

Kyle didn't drink a lot when he got to parties, he was just a lightweight and got drunk off of small amounts of alcohol.

"If that's true," Kenny smirked, "How would you like a drinking contest? Tequila shots."

"You're on bitch!"

Stan sighed and stood, he decided to search for Cartman and Butters. They weren't far away, Butters appeared to be watching Cartman in shock.

"What going on?" Stan asked.

"I think Eric's talking to a girl," Butters replied, unable to take his eyes off the sight.

Cartman was attempting to chat up Red, who was ignoring him.

"C'mon, I'll get you a drink."

Stan frowned, that reeked of desperation.

Red got up and walked to where Stan and Butters were, she had tried it with Stan before and had been rejected each time. This time she went to Butters.

"Want to go upstairs?" She asked him, "Fatass is pissing me off."

"Wowee!"

Red just pulled Butters up the stairs as Cartman came to stand next to Stan.

"I can't believe that just happened," Cartman groaned.

"Butters is finally getting some action," Stan replied with a laugh.

"Speaking of action," Cartman said, "Where's your boyfriend?"

Stan feigned exasperation in case someone was watching, "With Kenny doing shots."

Cartman walked off and Stan followed him, they found Kyle and Kenny at the kitchen table.

"Staaaan!" Kyle drawled.

"Hey Kyle," Stan replied, Kyle was badly drunk now, Stan eyed a empty bottle of tequila and one that was half-full.

Kyle stood and swayed, Stan dashed forward and held him up.

"Sit down Kyle."

Kenny laughed from his side of the table, "He's fucking gone!"

Stan noticed that Kenny wasn't drunk, he was good at holding his alcohol.

"You'll never guess what happened," Cartman said as he took a seat.

"What?" Kenny asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Red took Butters upstairs."

"After rejecting Cartman," Stan added.

Kyle immediately started laughing like a fool, "Fuck! She went for Butters instead of you!"

Kenny was laughing as well, "He's probably getting some serious action, Red's a slut!"

"Hey Stan!"

"Speaking of slut," Stan muttered under his breath before turning, "Hey Wendy."

"Why don't we go upstairs and have some fun?" Wendy smirked, drawing circles over Stan's chest.

"No, Wendy," Stan sighed, he dealt with this every time, "I'm not interested."

"Don't you want to be able to say you're not a virgin?"

"Of course," He already could if he wanted, "But I want it to be special, not just a fuck at a party."

"C'moooooon."

"Alright now bitch," Kyle slurred, all his words merging into one, "He's saying no and that means no. That's a polite way of saying 'fuck off'."

Kyle stood in an attempt to look more intimidating (despite the fact that he was shorter than their whole year in school) and promptly fell over, descending into giggles upon hitting the floor.

"You heard the drunk asshole," Cartman said, "Fuck off."

Wendy huffed and turned to Stan for defence but he was too busy helping Kyle back into his seat. She decided to turn away.

Craig was in Clyde's father's bedroom with Token and Tweek. He rolled the dollar bill and positioned it by his nose, he inhaled the white powder and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You already had six beers and three shots," Token was concerned, Tweek was slightly drunk as well.

"Don't care."

In that moment, Clyde burst in.

"Token," Clyde asked, "Can you help me with Heidi? She's drunk off her ass and she needs to get home before she throws up on the floor."

Token nodded, "Will you two be okay?"

Tweek nodded.

"Want some?" Craig asked, after Token left.

Tweek nodded and took the dollar bill.

Kyle stumbled around the upstairs landing, Stan would be up in a second. His stomach was starting to cramp, he was going to hurl. He heard noises coming from behind a door that was slightly ajar. He could place one of the voices as Craig's and now that his curiosity was getting the better of him, he swallowed down the urge to vomit and peeked through the door.

And saw Craig fucking Tweek.

He chuckled silently and got back to the task at hand, he eventually got to the bathroom and fell to his knees in front of the toilet. He emptied the gahekgafuga his mother had made for dinner into the bowl along with any other contents of his stomach.

Stan walked in as he was throwing up and sat down next to him, rubbing his back as he threw up. Kyle slumped against the wall after he finished and panted, exhausted from his vomiting.

"You done?" Stan asked.

Kyle nodded and stood, "Need a piss."

Stan waited outside for him to finish and Kyle staggered back outside when he was finished, Stan had to fasten his jeans for him.

"I think we should go home now," Stan said as he wrapped an arm under Kyle's shoulders to hold him up.

Kyle nodded.

They passed the same door Craig and Tweek were behind on the way back, Stan stopped and looked at Kyle.

"Is that Craig?"

Kyle nodded, "He's fucking Tweek."

Stan peeked behind the door and led Kyle away before bursting into laughter with him. He got his phone out and sent a text to Kenny saying that they were going home.

Stan helped Kyle through the front door and up the stairs. He went to the bathroom and grabbed a bucket before helping Kyle strip down to his boxers and get into bed, placing the bucket on the floor beside the bed. Kyle had thrown up again on the way home.

"If you need to throw up, do it in the bucket," Stan told him.

Kyle nodded.

Stan also stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed behind him and spooned him, which worked as a way to show affection and to keep Kyle on his side.

Sunday, the day people liked to use to recover from any hangovers. Or in Kyle's case, the day he would prefer to use to recover from his hangover rather than hang out with Kenny, Cartman and Butters. He would much prefer to spend the day snuggled up in bed with Stan, like he usually did with a hangover or when he was ill in general. They were instead going for lunch at Shakey's.

"Dude," Kenny smirked, "You look like death."

"I feel like death," Kyle frowned, he usually had a pale complexion, but right now he just looked sickly and paler than usual.

"We were offering Butters our congratulations," Kenny explained.

"Why?" Stan asked.

"He fucked Red!"

"Nice one dude."

Kyle just lay his head on the table, he just wanted to go home and go to sleep, The noise was making his head hurt and the pizza-y smell was making him nauseous.

"Lighten up Kahl!" Cartman was very loud and very close, making his throbbing head thump.

"Please," Kyle whined, "Just quiet down a bit, I feel like my brain's being bitten by Luis Suarez repeatedly."

"You'll be okay," Stan said.

Kyle turned and glared at Stan, "Fuck you, I should be in bed."

Clyde couldn't believe what he just heard. Craig lit a cigarette next to him.

"Wait," Clyde said in complete shock, "You fucked Tweek?"

Craig nodded, "No one else will ever know, it may as well have not happened."

"That's cold," Clyde frowned, "That was his first time and you're telling him to act like it never happened? You're his friend."

"So?"

"So? It isn't fair on him. You don't have to tell people what happened, but you shouldn't say that it never happened because, like it or not, something did happen in there. You rammed your dick up his ass."

"Whatever," Craig shrugged as he tapped the end of his cigarette into the snow.

"You're not listening!" Clyde spun Craig round to see him, although he was six foot, Craig was six-eleven.

"I am," Craig corrected, "I just think you're wrong."

Clyde sighed, "Fine, you ask me for advice and completely disregard it. I'm going home."

Stan had taken Kyle home at five and the redhead was sleeping on the quarterback's bed whilst Stan played video games.

He should keep a better eye on Kyle at the next party.