So many of you requested it, so here it is: Token's very own chapter! I feel like he's such an underrated and underutilized character, so I wanted to give him a motive...and some drama too, of course. And, as promised, you also get to see more into the mind of one Mr. Tweek Tweak. :)

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"Tweek? What are you doing here?"

Token took a seat next to Tweek at the bar, looking at him curiously. When he came downstairs to grab a coffee, he hadn't expected to find his friend sitting at the circular bar in the middle of the casino, staring vacantly at the ESPN baseball coverage on the flat-screen in front of him. Tweek hated sports. More importantly, Token had never seen Tweek go to a bar by himself, much less at ten-thirty in the morning. And Tweek was drinking. At ten-thirty in the morning.

Token gestured at Tweek's glass. "Isn't it a little early for that?"

Tweek took a sip. "It's just Sprite. I'm fighting a hangover, man."

"So you're just sitting here, alone?"

"Butters was here before. He was looking for Kenny. I guess Kenny didn't go back to their room last night."

"He was probably in some random girl's room," Token said impatiently. "I don't care about Kenny. You didn't answer what you're doing here."

Tweek shut his eyes and sighed. "I'm hiding from Craig and his girlfriend."

"Craig has a girlfriend?" This was news to Token. Not that he had really talked to Craig in years. But still, the idea of Craig with a girlfriend seemed patently ridiculous. The fact that Craig had gone out with Clyde and Butters to hang out with some girls, even just for sex, was strange enough.

"Mm-hmm," Tweek nodded somberly. "It's the girl from last night."

Token had to stifle a smile. "Tweek, just because they had sex doesn't mean she's his girlfriend."

Tweek's head dropped onto the bar, and he let out a frustrated groan. "Well, how am I supposed to know!"

Good point. As far as Token understood, Tweek had only ever had sex with one person, and that person had been his boyfriend.

"What made you think she's his girlfriend?"

"She came over when we were talking, and she was all over him!"

Token raised his eyebrows. "Wow, Craig actually ended up going to talk to you? From the look on face, I thought for sure he was going to chicken out."

"What are you talking about?"

"Craig dropped by our room this morning. He was looking for you."

Tweek's face turned beet red. "He was?"

"Yeah." Token studied Tweek's face. It was a mix of embarrassment, overwhelm, and, more strikingly, a glimmer of hope. "Did he say why he wanted to talk to you?"

Tweek shook his head. "No. We only talked for a couple minutes. He spent the whole time judging me for going out drinking." He groaned again. "He probably thinks I'm a loser."

"I don't think so."

"I know you don't think I'm a loser," Tweek replied in an exasperated tone.

"No, I mean, I don't think Craig thinks you're a loser. He's probably just surprised that you go out drinking. You never did that kind of stuff when you two were dating."

As soon as Token said those words, he knew he had opened the floodgates. There was nothing Tweek liked talking about more than his high school romance with Craig. Clyde always encouraged these conversations, but they made Token a little uncomfortable. As far as he was concerned, Tweek spent way too much time fantasizing about a life with Craig. It was entirely unrealistic; after Craig's big freak-out the summer before senior year of high school, when he shut them all out, there was no way he would ever get back together with Tweek.

That being said, Craig had been spending a strange amount of time with Clyde during this trip, and he actually sought out Tweek. Maybe Craig did want to go back to the way things used to be. Where that would leave Token, he wasn't sure.

"I don't think Miami is the right place for me."

Token snapped out of his thoughts. Tweek was staring ahead again, but this time he had a spark of something in his eyes.

"Tweek—"

"Hear me out. I really appreciate your dad using his connections to get me that job. I think we all appreciate having jobs thanks to him. It's just… I really hate working there, Token. You're great at all the finance stuff, and Clyde and Jimmy are doing really well in the sales department. But I'm doing all this data entry stuff that's so…boring."

"I'm sure my dad can find you another position—"

"I don't want another position. I don't want to work for another company in Miami. Miami is hot and humid. It's far away from my family and…" Tweek trailed off, taking a big gulp of his Sprite.

"…And Craig," Token finished, finally understanding. He should have known. "Tweek, that's a big step. Don't you think you should talk to him first? See how this weekend goes?"

"This weekend? How am I supposed to say everything I want to say to him in less than two days?! I don't have enough time!"

"Enough time for what?"

"For him to start trusting me again!" Tweek's hands were trembling. He clearly noticed, and balled them up. "If I move back to South Park, help my dad run Tweek Bros., then maybe I can start hanging out with Craig and…"

"And what? You're going move across the country to be with someone who might not even like you?"

"At least then I'll have a shot!" Tweek shrieked. He seemed to startle himself, jumping at the volume of his own voice. After pausing for a second to catch his breath, he continued, albeit a bit softer. "I haven't stopped thinking about him for six years, Token. Six years. Do you know what that feels like?"

"Of course not. But he isn't the same Craig you liked in high school."

"Loved," Tweek murmured, casting his eyes down.

"Sorry, loved. He's a different person, Tweek. He has a lot of issues."

"And I don't? Look at me. Ah! I'm a spaz." Token glanced at Tweek's hands again, which hadn't stopped shaking.

"But you're doing better than you used to. Craig could mess that up."

"I'll take that chance," Tweek scoffed, setting his glass down on the table a little too hard.

"Okay, but even if you can handle this new version of Craig, you don't know if you'll even still love him."

Tweek's eyes flew up to Token's face, staring intently, boring a hole into his skull. "I'll love any version of Craig."

Just then, out of the corner of his eyes, Token spotted another blonde joining them at the bar, a few seats away. It was Kenny. He looked like a wreck.

Token didn't want to end this conversation with Tweek, didn't want to let Tweek leave thinking that moving back to South Park was a bright idea, but Kenny was too close. He would hear everything.

That being said, Kenny also appeared to be in his own little world. He was attempting to snap his fingers to get the bartender's attention, and it was a futile attempt, because he seemed so exhausted that his snaps barely made any sound. Eventually the bartender noticed him and ran over. "Shot of vodka," Kenny mumbled. "Anything. As long as it's strong. Oh, and a beer."

Token turned to Tweek, who was raising his eyebrows and mouthing "Stay out of it."

But Token couldn't help himself. Kenny looked too pitiful to ignore. He turned to Kenny and, brows furrowed in concern, asked, "Hey, man. You okay?"

Nothing. He tried again.

"Hey, Kenny… Butters is looking for you."

He thought he heard Kenny snort, but it was so quiet that he couldn't be sure. "Whoop-dee-freakin'-doo," Kenny said, tipping back his head and downing his shot in one go, after which he raised his finger in the air. "Hit me again."

Token heard Tweek shift on his stool. "I thought you don't drink," he piped up.

Kenny glared at them both. "I don't." As soon as the bartender deposited the second shot in front of him, it all went straight down Kenny's throat.

Token wasn't sure what to do. He didn't know Kenny very well, but something about this seemed really off. "Kenny—"

"Can you just shut up?" Kenny hiccupped. "Bartender!"

The bartender eyed him warily and walked over. "I'm on break for ten minutes. I'll be right back." She scooted out of the bar and strode across the casino floor, leaving Kenny in the lurch.

Kenny ran a hand through his wild hair. "Fuck." He slapped the table. "How hard is it to get a fucking drink around here?"

"You already got two," Token pointed out. "Not counting the beer."

Kenny swiveled around to look at him. "And that's your business now?"

"No," Token said slowly, "but if you keep drinking, you'll regret it."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I do. You're the one who wouldn't do the champagne toast at dinner last night. You said you gave up drugs and alcohol, like, years ago. Remember? When Cartman was grabbing your glass—"

Kenny covered his ears. "Don't talk about Eric fucking Cartman. I don't need to think about more bad shit right now."

"Yeah, fuck him," Tweek concurred, raising his glass in the air.

Token looked at Tweek with confusion. "What do you have against Cartman?"

"I don't have anything," Tweek replied bitterly. "I had leverage! And then I lost it!"

"What?"

Kenny leaned over the bar to see Tweek, suddenly curious. "Yeah, what did you have on him?"

Tweek blinked, growing flustered by the attention. "Um—"

Kenny's eyes widened. The alcohol was clearly starting to sink in, as he swayed slightly. "Dude, you know something. What do you know?"

"Tweek," Token said carefully, "what do you know?"

Tweek grabbed a fistful of his hair. "Too much pressure!"

Kenny smacked the table again. "Just spill it!"

"Ah! Cartman's gay!" Within half a second, his hands were covering his mouth.

Token didn't know what reaction he expected from Kenny, but he definitely didn't expect nothing. Kenny's face was a blank canvas.

"No shit," Kenny said simply, leaning back on the stool.

Token, on the other hand, was still confused. "But… Wait, isn't Cartman still dating Heidi?"

Kenny didn't look at him. "Yes."

"Does Heidi know he's gay?"

"No."

Token threw up his hands. "So, what, nobody's going to tell her?"

Kenny's eyes were half-lidded, his teeth clenched. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her. It's worked for seven years. Why mess with it."

"Cartman's been gay for seven years?"

"Probably longer. That's just when I found out about it."

Token looked at Tweek, who seemed just as shocked as he was. He didn't know how to process this information. Kenny knew this whole time, and never told Heidi? Token didn't have Heidi's contact info, but he had half a mind to find it and tell her himself.

Kenny pursed his lips. "I know what you're thinking. Go do it. Have fun ruining a woman's life."

Token opened his mouth to respond, when suddenly the air was filled with a loud screech.

"Kenny!"

Token and Tweek turned around to find the source of the noise. It was faint enough that at first Token thought he might have imagined it.

"Kenny fucking McCormick, where are you?!"

Nope. He definitely wasn't imagining that.

Kenny remained stone-faced as he looked forward, finally taking a swig of his beer. Token narrowed his eyes. "I think someone's looking for you," he said.

Kenny didn't bat an eyelid. "Fucking duh."

All of a sudden, Token spotted Wendy Testaburger amidst the rows of slot machines, marching towards the bar with the vigor of an angry lioness. She had lost some weight since high school, and it looked like she was putting more effort into her appearance these days, but she was unmistakable; in Token's twenty-three years on this planet, he had never encountered a girl who could get as fired-up as Wendy could. Sure, other girls would get pissed off, but nobody could be as intimidating as Wendy. Honestly, it was kind of sexy.

"Token," Tweek leaned over and whispered, his eyes wide, "why is—ah!—why is Wendy Testaburger at Stan's bachelor party?"

Amidst Tweek's pining, Kenny's lack of sobriety, and the news about Cartman, it hadn't dawned on Token how strange this new situation was. "No idea, dude." He glanced at Kenny. The guy still hadn't turned around.

Token and Tweek watched as Wendy strode up to Kenny, grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him off the barstool. Kenny fell backwards and stumbled a bit, but he didn't say a thing. Wendy glared at him, her hands curled into fists. "What the hell did you do?" she seethed.

Kenny shoved his hands in his pockets. "Not what you think."

"Oh, really?" she scoffed, folding her arms. "Because I think you spent the night with Bebe!"

"What the fuck?!" Tweek yelped. His trembling hands flew to his mouth again.

Wendy was unperturbed by the outburst. "Well? Are you going to tell me that's not what happened?"

"I didn't 'spend the night' with her," Kenny snapped.

"Please! You stayed up with her all night. She told me so herself! Are you calling her a liar?"

"No. But I didn't sleep with her."

"I never said you did, you asshole."

"Since when is talking to someone a crime?" He sat back on the stool and drank from the bottle in front of him. "Bebe can talk to whoever she wants. She's a free woman."

Wendy reached over and grabbed the beer from him. "Oh, don't act like you're some kind of feminist. We both know she can talk to whoever she wants, but it's just a little suspicious if she's hanging out by the pool for hours, alone, with you, don't you think?"

"So what!" He pulled the beer out of her hand and drank. "I didn't force her to talk to me! She wanted to. It's not my fault she likes me."

"She doesn't—ugh!—" Wendy seized control of the bottle again. "—like you!"

"Then I guess she did lie to you."

Wendy froze. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Kenny snorted. "If you really think that Bebe is happy with Stan, then you're just as stupid as he is. And you're a shitty best friend."

Wendy didn't respond at first. She just stared. Finally, in a quiet tone, she asked, "How did you even know that she's staying here?"

"She checked in on Facebook," he replied, his voice tinged with self-satisfaction.

"And you thought that would be the perfect opportunity to break up an engaged couple?"

"I'm not breaking up anybody." Kenny sounded calm at first, but he started speaking louder and louder. "Like I said, she's a grown woman. She can make her own decisions."

"It's hard to make good decisions when you're drunk off your ass!"

"Are you saying I pressured her?"

"I have no idea what you did! You could have sexually assaulted her for all I know! She barely remembers anything!"

In a flash, Kenny's hand was on Wendy's arm. Startled, she dropped the bottle, sending it shattering into a million pieces on the ground. The sound of glass on tiles was loud, but barely audible amongst the din of the slot machines. Token had gotten so used to the ambient noise that the pause that followed the sound of glass breaking seemed almost like a deathly silence. From his seat a few feet away, Token could see Kenny's knuckles grow white.

"Listen to me, you cunt," Kenny hissed, his eyes ablaze. "I would never hurt Bebe."

Wendy jerked away and rubbed her arm. All of a sudden, Kenny's demeanor changed. He blinked slowly and looked the red mark on Wendy's arm. His gaze softened. "It's none of your business what we did last night," he said quietly. "But she consented to all of it. You have no right to act like I'm some fucking rapist."

Wendy breathed in sharply. "All of it?" she repeated. "So you did do something! You motherfucking—"

She launched herself at Kenny, sending his body crashing down to the ground. Tweek gasped and grabbed Token's shirt, as Wendy's fists pummeled Kenny's face.

Token sat stock-still, staring. Was he supposed to break up the fight? He barely understood what was going on, and why Wendy was here, and why Kenny spent all night with Bebe. But whatever was happening, it was getting intense, and it didn't look like the bartender would be returning any time soon. And hell, Tweek certainly wasn't going to do anything.

Token took a deep breath, jumped off the stool, and wrapped his strong arms around Wendy's waist. She kicked and muttered expletives in protest as he wrenched her away from Kenny and deposited her back on her feet. "Wendy," he said gently, his hands gripping her forearms, "I know you're mad at Kenny, but you can work this out without beating the crap out of him."

It was only then that he noticed the tears streaming down her cheeks. "No…I can't," she said, a sob wracking her body. "I can't work it out at all. It's all my fault."

He wasn't sure whether it was because she looked so desperate, or because somewhere between high school and now she had turned into a beautiful woman, tears and all, but suddenly Token was overcome with the desire to hold her. He let his hands slide down her back and pulled her body towards his. Her body flinched slightly, but she didn't push back, instead burying her face in his chest and releasing another sob.

Token closed his eyes. He flashed back to the summer before high school, the last and only other time he had stood in this exact position. Wendy and Stan had finally broken up for good, and she had decided to ask out Token on a date. As they stood by Stark's Pond trying to skip stones across the water, she broke down crying over the breakup. Token had stood there, hugging her, letting her get snot all over his nice shirt, for a good twenty minutes. They never went on another date after that.

This time was different. Almost as soon as it had begun, it was over. Wendy pushed away and wiped her face, refusing to look Token in the eyes. "I need to talk to Kyle," she mumbled. Token frowned. Kyle?

After a few beats, Tweek made a small noise. "I saw him in the deli!" he burst out. "With Cartman!"

Wendy nodded, still staring at the floor. Before Token could say anything else to her, she left, briskly walking back down the aisle towards the deli.

Token turned to Tweek, who was twitching more than usual. Then he remembered Kenny.

Kenny was back up on his feet, dusting himself off. His face was already starting to swell. Despite Kenny's battle wounds, Token could feel a rage bubbling up inside him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Token barked at Kenny.

The bloodied blonde looked at him, his face sporting a look of confusion. "What?"

"You heard me, McCormick. You think you can just grab Wendy like a doll, and call her a cunt?"

Kenny's face colored. "I, uh… I didn't mean to do that."

"So you accidentally grabbed her like a doll and called her a cunt? That's what you're saying?"

"Why the fuck do you care so much about Wendy all of a sudden?" Kenny snarled. "You're not her guardian angel. I don't know if you noticed, but she obviously doesn't need one. She beat the living shit out of me."

Token didn't have a response to that. He didn't know why he cared about Wendy after not seeing her for so long. All he knew is that something, some feeling, was awakened within him, and he couldn't let this fucking douchebag get away with hurting Wendy. Sure, Wendy hurt Kenny, too, but Kenny made her cry. He had never, ever seen Wendy Testaburger cry. And he was going to do everything in his power to make sure he wouldn't have to see it again.

Token's eyes darkened as Kenny began staggering out of the bar. "Just stay away from her," Token said—or rather, commanded.

"I was staying away from her," he heard Kenny mutter. "She fucking came up to me."

"Then stay away from Bebe, too."

Kenny didn't reply to this. He just kept walking.

Once Kenny was out of sight, Token sighed, his shoulders falling. He hadn't realized how tense he was.

He glanced up at Tweek, still on the barstool, staring at him intently. "Dude, don't look at me like that."

Tweek flinched. "Why did you have to get between them? Now you're involved!"

"I'm not involved—"

"You—ah!—hugged Wendy!"

"That doesn't mean I'm involved!"

"It means you want to be! At least, with Wendy!"

"No, I don't," Token said hesitantly, scratching his head. "I just want to help her out."

"You're hot for her, man! Don't lie to me."

"So what if I am?"

"Token." Tweek stopped twitching. Token could tell that Tweek was focusing so hard, the wheels in his brain spinning a hundred miles an hour. He always stopped twitching when he really put his mind to it. He had developed that skill over the years; Token noticed it getting stronger after the breakup with Craig, maybe out of necessity.

"You're not some kind of knight in shining armor," Tweek continued, his breathing growing quiet. "You're not going to save her or something. She's Wendy Testaburger. She's a bitch."
"Hey!"

"You know it's true. And if you get into this mess… Bebe's involved, which means Stan's involved, which means Kyle's involved… Do you really want to deal with all that?"

Token most certainly did not. He just came here to have a fun weekend. "It's not like I'm in love with her or anything," he said with a sigh. "I… I don't know, Tweek. I just want to help someone out for once, you know? Sometimes I feel like everything is happening around me, and there's nothing I can do. Like the whole thing with you and Craig. Or Clyde wanting to go back to hanging out with Craig, like I don't exist or something. Or… Or Stan wanting to talk to me, and Kyle being a baby about it, and I have no idea why. Or the whole Kenny and Cartman and Heidi thing! How the hell am I supposed to get involved in that?"

"You can't."

"Exactly!" Token paused, looking out across the casino. "But if I can stop Kenny from pissing off Wendy, stop him from seeing Bebe behind Stan's back… Then I'm actually doing something."

He turned back to Tweek, his arms crossed, his jaw set with determination.

"Finally."

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