"Hunter, we're home!" Calling from the front door as they returned from their trip, Mr. Bloodworth unlocked the door from the outside and stepped inside, following after Avery as he relocked the door. If there was anything that he had learned from his late spouse, it was safety. "Hunny Bunny?"

Despite the music being loud enough to drown out the noises outside the house, it was no match against the natural drill-sergent stylings of Hunter's father. Bolting upright so fast that she ended up butting heads with Kenny, Hunter cursed the boy for turning up the music so loud that they didn't hear the car pull up in the driveway. "My dad's back." Gazing at the orange-clad blonde in something very much like terror, Hunter felt like it was such a big deal that she reiterated. "My dad's back, and I'm not supposed to have company." Jostling around, she threw Kenny aside with surprising strength. "Move the poster and take the window, but be careful of the glass. Meet me around the back in a few minutes, and I'll get you your food, alright?"

Not giving him time to answer or ask questions, she cleared the space between the bed and the door in the blink of an eye, shooting out of her bedroom door, simultaneously pulling her hair out of her bun so she could make it look like she was in the middle of fixing her hair. "Sorry daddy, I was just in the bathroom." Avery, still sore with what Cartman had told him, had seen that she had just come from her room, and was about to say so, but she shot him a warning glance. "Did you two have a good time?"

Nodding as he dropped his briefcase by the coat rack, Mr. Bloodworth loosened his tie. "Yeah, Ri-ri was really glad to see us." It was only a waste of everyone's time pretending that Rita and Hunter didn't despise each other. "So, what did you do all day?"

What? More like who. True, Avery had waited a long time for his sister to find a boyfriend so she would back off his business, but any joy he might have felt for her was soured a great deal in the midst of their neighbor's lies. The runt of the litter was merely biding his time for the appropriate moment to voice his suspicions.

"Me?" Dropping her hands from her head, Hunter gestured at herself. "Nothing much. I just made some dinner for a friend to take home. In fact, he should be here soon, so I should probably finish packing it." So her father didn't offer to help or question her story, she quickly added, "You both look so tired! Why don't you go have a nice shower, and Avery, you could just stay here and rest up. Or you can both watch tv, whatever."

Buying her bullshit, Mr. Bloodworth nodded. "Yeah, that sounds nice. I think I'll do that."

As he departed for the restroom, it occurred to Hunter that the kitchen was not the only room that had tattle-tale signs of her day, since her father would easily see the bandages left out on the counter. "I accidentally broke a dish, and I was also tending the wound when you got back, so I didn't clean it yet, sorry."

He just called over his shoulder, too tired from his day to care much. "I can take care of it."

Once he was out of earshot and sight, Avery turned on Hunter, also noticing the spare book bag by the door. "You dirty little liar. You had someone over, didn't you? They're still here, aren't they? Is it Kyle?" He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, reaching the same conclusion damn near everyone else had. "You're fucking him!"

Sensing the hostilities in his accusations, Hunter looked at her little brother in confusion and annoyance. "What died up your ass?"

"Car-"

There was a loud thudding noise coming from around the back, as if someone had just fallen from the sky. Silencing her brother with a rather loud shushing sound, Hunter hurried to the kitchen to open the back door. Unshockingly, it was Kenny. Peeking around the teen to see Avery standing there too, Kenny had the sense to play it cool. "Is the food ready yet? I need it soon, so can you just put it in my bag that I gave you earlier?"

His bag? Oh shit, his bag! In everything that had happened, she had completely forgotten that he had brought his stuff over with him from school. "Yeah, it's ready, just give me a minute. Why don't you sit down while you wait?" She nodded over at the table. "Avery, go get Kenny his bag by the door."

Shooting Hunter a rather nasty glare at being ordered around in front of company, Avery left them alone in the kitchen. Only, he didn't go get the bag as instructed - he doubled around the wall and listened in to their conversation, hoping to catch enough of the story firsthand to confront his older sister later. That lying cunt.

Making the mistake of thinking that they were alone, Kenny broke the silence as Hunter busied herself packing up. "If you want, I can come back later so we can-"

"No! I mean, no, I don't want to risk anything with my dad in the house." Knowing her for his entire life, Avery could tell that she was bluffing. If his sibling really wanted something, she would find a way to make it happen, no matter what their father said. He knew for a fact that she had slipped their father sleeping pills on at least three different occasions.

That Kenny guy seemed really persistent. "Well when can you get away?"

Not staying to listen to her feeble excuses, Avery ran to the front door and picked up that Kenny guy's bag. Slowing down just outside the door, he waited for his cue. "Got it." Walking in to the kitchen again, Avery tossed the teen his backpack. "So, are you one of the guys that'll be going to the game?" Since she was making every effort to ditch this guy, what better revenge was there than to give him an opportunity to badger his sister?

Catching the bag in midair with the reflexes of a seasoned player, Kenny looked over at Avery as if seeing him for the first time. Truth be, it actucally was the first time he paid him any heed whatsoever. "Game?" He tore his eyes over to the elder Bloodworth boy. "What game?"

So she hadn't asked him yet... Or maybe he wasn't one of the guys that they had been talking about... Either way, the look on hunter's face made it worth spilling the beans. "Hunter asked Kyle to some basketball game, and they were planning on when to ask his friends." He had overheard Hunter and Kyle planning on how to invite their friends. "I thought that you were one of Hunter's friends, but I guess that 'Hunny Bunny' is too good to want to screw with friends' friends."

"Hunny Bunny?" There was no not snorting at that. But on to more serious matters, young Mr. McCormick felt like a bit of an idiot to hear that it was only a basketball game that Kyle and Hunter were planning. So help him, if he had read the signs all wrong and had jumped the gun, he was going to feel like the moron of the year. "Is that what you were talking about in the closet?"

"Closet?" Avery was at a loss for that one. "What?

They ignored him. Too bad for him, his sister had plans on murdering him after Kenny had left. "Sorta... No." After almost having sex with Kenny, she figured that something of an explanation was required. "It was about you..."

"Me?" So maybe he wasn't quite nominated just yet.

"I kinda was worried about tonight," She tried to dance around it from as many angles as she could, "About dinner."

So Hunter did like him. That was... Well, he could almost certainly count on that being a good business venture. "The meal was good, but maybe next time, we could have some dinner. After the game I mean, if I'm invited."

"If you want to come." She thought better of her words and rephrased. "I mean yeah, it's going to be me, Kyle, and if you guys want, you and Stan. I ordered the tickets online last night, though I guess that was jumping the gun a bit... Anyways, it should be fun."

He already got the tickets? Man, if he could fork out that kind of cash, then maybe Kenny could charge him a bit more than the usual going rate. Hell, if he could get him to cover it, he might even be able to drop a client or two... Nah, that was too much to ask.

As if no one saw that fake-out coming...

*update* Apparently I should be nominated though, posting a chapter with this many fuck-ups. Well, hopefully I got them all, or at least most of them.

I do not own South Park, that's all on Matt and Trey, but I do own Hunter and Avery!