AUTHORS NOTE: Another 100 word drabble I did. The random word generator gave me "brass collared." 8D
"Tweek."
"Gah! Wh-what?!" Tweek nearly lept out of his seat in fright.
He and craig were sitting on his bed watching the elections on TV.
"Tweek, c-can I kiss you? For luck I mean…Obama HAS to win!" Craig stared intently at the blonde.
Tweek had never been brass-collared like many others, but he knew Craig was really into this political stuff and he wanted to help him as much as possible.
Tweek nervously rose to his knees, pressing a twitchy kiss to the other boys' lips.
"Thanks," Craig grinned as Tweek pulled away shyly.
Obama would win now for sure.
END.