Kyle's POV – Empty Beer Bottles

I walked up the Marsh's stairs and rang the bell. From the looks of it, the party had already started some time ago; I had tried to call Stan earlier to ask what time we were supposed to come over, but I only got the answering machine. In the end I decided it was better to be late than early to these things, something I had learned from past experiences. I always enjoyed watching people be stupid drunk for a while before becoming one of them anyways. I smiled as I recalled our post-commencement celebration party, once again at Stan's house. It seems these things were always at his house; probably because he was one of the most popular and good looking guys at the school. At least that's what the girls said.

Where was I? Oh yeah, the post-commencement party. It had started around nine, but me and Stan being the lightweights we are were gone in less than two hours. I mean like gone. Totally out of our minds; I barely remember anything from that night. I only have about two memories from that night; me laughing hysterically at something Stan said causing me to double over. I lost my balance and fell on top of a checkerboard on which Craig and Clyde were playing shot glass checkers, causing the glasses to tip and soak the back of my shirt in vodka.

The other memory was Stan throwing up on me. It caused a chain reaction, causing me to run to the bathroom, but being in the intoxicated state I was, threw up in the kitchen sink. It took me forever to get it all to go down the drain; it was totally sick. At this point I had taken off my puke and alcohol soaked shirt. I went to the bathroom and discovered that my entire back was bright blue. I later found out that Craig, being the genius he was, decided it would be cool to put blue food colouring in the vodka they were playing checkers with. It took me nearly three weeks to get the blue stain completely removed from my back.

I smirked at the memory. If this party was going to be anything like the last, this would certainly be a memorable night.

The door swung open, revealing Stan Marsh with a beer bottle in his hand. His cheeks weren't even flushed – I assumed he hadn't really had much yet.

"Dude! Everyone's been here for two hours! I thought you weren't going to show up or something!"

I shrugged. "Eh. Better late than never." Someone screamed in the background.

Stan glanced over his shoulder. "Alright, well come on in," he said, leaving me at the door.

Just then Bebe staggered over. "Whoizzit?" she slurred at Stan. Then she noticed me. "OMIGAWD! KYLE!" she screeched as she ran over to me, nearly knocking me over. She hugged me so hard I felt like I was being crushed and screamed into my ear.

"OMIGAWD! I HAF NOT SEEN YOU FOR SOOOOOOOOOOOO LONG! HOW ARE YOU?" She was talking way too loud.

I pried the girl off of me. It wasn't that I didn't like Bebe, I just found her to be superficial and rather annoying. "Um, I'm fine Bebe." Shit, where did Stan go? I looked around. Please Stan, please come back and save me, I prayed. "Er.. how are you?" I said to Bebe, trying to seem polite.

Bebe latched onto me again. "OMIGAWD! My lame-ASS boyfriend just totally dumped me last week, but it's okay because I never really liked him anyways BUT it was so embarrassing because I wanted to dump HIM first! Asshole TOTALLY stole my idea!" she announced. "BESIDES, I got YOU now right KYLE? I mean, I know we haven't talked in AGES but I totally missed you soooooooo much! Did you miss me?"

My God, was she hitting on me? "Sure.." I responded weakly, trying to get her off of me. She merely giggled and reattached herself.

Just when it was looking as though I would have Bebe latched onto me the whole night, I saw Stan walking back towards me, with a second beer in his hand.

"Stan!" I shouted perhaps a little too eagerly, as I was struggling with a Bebe now hooked to my waist. I finally managed to pry her off and took off towards Stan before she got a chance to get me once again. She did however, manage to slap my ass before I got out of her range. The girl was a fucking leech.

"KYLE! I thought we were going to talk and catch up!" Bebe shouted, pouting.

"We'll talk later," I assured her as I walked away with Stan.

"Dude, sorry for leaving you with her… I just went to get you a beer," he said, handing me the second bottle in his hand.

"No worries man. Thanks," I responded as we headed into the living room. A cheer went up as I entered the room. I blinked stupidly, as I looked around. My god, could this many people even fit in one room? There had to be like at least 50 people. I heard footsteps upstairs, and people screaming in other rooms. There were two people making out on the couch, and through the masses it looked as though someone was getting a blowjob in the corner. I cringed.

"Shit dude, who did you invite to this thing?" I asked Stan, raising an eyebrow.

Stan grinned at me. "Everyone," he laughed as he took a swig of beer. I was just about to respond when-

"BROFLOVSKI!" I whirled around to see a very, very drunk Kenny grinning at me. "How are you man? Oh dude, I so fucking wasted!" he declared, throwing his beer up in the air. It came back down and conked him nicely on the head. A round of laughter and applause rose up for him. Kenny grinned like an idiot and tried to take a bow, nearly toppling over in the process. He rose back up.

"Shit, dude, do you have any idea what I've drank?" I shook my head no, laughing. "FUCK! I was hoping someone could tell me!" he exclaimed, laughing like a hyena.

"Good to see you too, Ken," I responded before he stumbled out of the room after some girl equally drunk as he.

I turned back and looked at Stan. "So what do we do now?"

Stan grinned at me. "We drink."

Five beers and too many shots to remember later, Stan and I were totally smashed. I had just said something funny, I don't even remember what, and we were both rolling around on the floor amidst a sea of empty glasses. I had no idea what time it was, and I didn't really care. Everything was blurry and happy and swell; I had even become oblivious to everyone but me and Stan. This was life at its best.

"Man, this is life at its' best!" I declared to Stan, which sent us both into another fit of laughter. I loved Stan's laugh; I could listen to it all day.

"Dewd, ya know whut we need right NOW?" Stan asked, wiping a tear from his eye.

I became intrigued. "What?"

"We fucking need more beer," he said, dangling an empty bottle in front of me. I cracked up laughing, doubling over and knocking my head into the bottle. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to send us over the edge. It was a good two minutes before we could talk again, clutching our bellies and wiping tears away from our eyes.

"We don't need more 'fucking' beer," I declared when I could finally talk again. Stan looked at me curiously "We need more kick-ass, mother-fuckin' sonofabitch beer!" I shouted. Stan peeled over, falling forwards onto the carpet, clutching his stomach and laughing. I would do anything to make him laugh all day.

"Dude, I think all we ever do when we're drunk is just laugh," he said.

I raised an eyebrow. "So?"

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and stood up. Stan did the same.

"FATASS!" I roared gleefully, seeing Cartman. I tried to hug him – hey I was drunk – but he pushed me away, sending me toppling into Stan, causing us to both fall backwards onto the floor. This sent the entire room into fits of laughter, including us. Stan pushed me off of him drunkenly, and I stood up again.

"Watch it Jew!" Cartman slurred. "Don't want my camcorder broken." I looked at his hand, which indeed had a camcorder in it.

"What are you using that for?" I asked stupidly.

"What do you think dumbass? I'm making a movie outta this kick-ass party! This is gonna be hella sweet to watch later!" This gave me an idea.

"Hey Cartman, is that thing recording right now?" I asked him mischievously.

"Yeah, why?"

I turned around quickly, yoinking down my pants and exposing my pale ass to the camera. "This is motherfuckin' why!" I screamed. The entire room erupted in cheers. I watched Stan's face turn from horror, to bewilderment, to amusement. He collapsed on the floor for the umpteenth time that night, laughing hysterically.

"Ew, Jew that is nasty!" Cartman screamed in horror. "I'm editing that out, just so you know!" I had pulled my pants back up and was laughing myself.

"Broflovski, you're the fuckin' life of the party!" someone screamed from the back. I couldn't see their face through my blurred vision.

"Thanks dude!" I yelled back.

Just then a whole throng of girls came rushing in, giggling drunkenly. I noticed Wendy was leading them.

"Who wants to play spin the bottle?" she announced gleefully.

"Dude, that game is so grade school!" Stan shouted at her. She laughed.

"So?"

"Good point," he stated. "I'm in."

Wendy looked at me. "Ah, why the hell not?" I decided.

A dozen more people around the room shouted their agreement.

"Alright, whoever wants to play, come meet us upstairs in Stan's room!" Wendy announced before Stan could protest. I shrugged at him and followed her up the stairs. I hadn't realized how drunk I was until I saw how heavily I was leaning on the railing to make it up the stairs.

"Dude, I'm going to be so hungover tomorrow," I muttered to Stan.

"Yeah. Me too," he said.

We followed Wendy into Stan's room where a dozen people were already seated. There was Bebe, Kenny, Red, Clyde, Craig, and a whole bunch of girls I didn't recognize. Among who had just entered were Wendy, me, Stan, Cartman, Token and a few others. We all sat around in a circle. No one did anything for a moment.

It was Bebe who cut in. "Shit. We need a bottle," she hiccupped. "Where can we get a bottle?"

Wendy rolled her eyes at her. "Hmmm, let's see. Where can we get a bottle? Bebe, you're holding an empty bottle in your hand right now!" A few people laughed at Bebe, who blushed.

"Right. Alright, well since I've got the bottle, I'll spin first. Hmmmm, who would like to kiss me?" she batted her eyelashes around the circle, stopping at me for a brief moment. I tried not to shudder.

Bebe spun the bottle. Around, and around, and around it went, finally coming to rest at…

No.

No fucking way.

The spirits must be out to get me.

Bebe giggled as I rolled my eyes. "Right whatever," I said. I leaned over to her before she had any time to react, and kissed her square on the mouth, then pulled back. She seemed a bit taken aback by my boldness, but whatever. I was done and over with. Bebe passed the bottle to Wendy. Wendy spun, landing on Clyde. He kissed her so hard, it looked almost painful. I could swear I even saw his tongue go into her mouth quickly. Token grimaced when he saw that but kept his cool – I assumed him and Wendy were still an item. Wendy looked shocked at Craig, but nonetheless wiped her mouth and passed the bottle on to some girl beside her. She spun, and landed on Cartman. She grimaced, but they kissed and passed it on.

Three more turns went until it came to Stan, who was sitting beside me. He spun and it landed on… himself.

"Oooooh, now Stan has to kiss himself," Bebe said.

"Dumb bitch, how the hell is he supposed to do that?" Craig demanded, flipping her off.

"Just spin it again Stan," Wendy said.

Stan spun. It landed on himself again.

"'K, what the fuck?" he said, glaring down at the bottle.

"Spin it again," Wendy said.

Stan spun two more times. They both landed on himself. At this point we all found this amusing and were cracking up.

"Keep spinning until you get someone else," Wendy said between gasps. Stan frowned and spun it once more. This time however, it didn't land on him.

This time, it landed on me.

I blinked stupidly at the bottle, as the entire circle went 'Oooooooo!', snickering at us.

"That can't be right," I said. "Spin it again Stan." He was just about to when Red slapped his hand away.

"Ah, ah, ah!" she smirked. "What the bottle says, goes."

"Kyle's a guy," Stan pointed out blatantly.

"Nice observation, captain obvious," Wendy said, now interested.

Everyone was looking at us. They really expected us to kiss each other. I leaned over quickly and pecked Stan on the cheek. Bebe giggled.

"Nice try Kyle!" she laughed. "It has to be a real one, on the mouth."

Fuck.

I felt the heat rise to my face. There was no way out of this. I stared at my feet.

"So we really have to do this, eh?" Stan asked the group. They all nodded enthusiastically. I kept my face turned towards my feet and my ugly gray socks.

Stan lifted my chin up towards him, and I scrunched my eyes up tight.

"I'm sorry dude, but they're not gonna let us go without doing this," he said. He hesitated. I opened my eyes for a brief moment and looked out at everyone. They were all staring at us. I felt their looks penetrating into me, through me, and I felt myself go ever redder. I looked at Stan just to see his head swoop in on me.

I gasped as our lips met. Whatever I was expecting, it was not this. His lips were soft and warm, and I felt a warmth run through my whole body. I was tempted to kiss back, but resisted. This was Stan. Not some girl.

It was over as quickly as it began. I felt him pull away, and startled myself when I felt resentful at this. My face was no longer red; it had gone pale and I stared at him in shock with my mouth slightly open. He smiled a little at me, clearly embarrassed and muttered "Sorry, dude."

Everyone else was staring at him too. Bebe was the first to speak.

"Damn Stan, that was fucking hot! Kiss me next!"

"No, me!" some random girl piped up.

Stan looked relieved. He smirked at both of them. "Ah, ah, ah. What the bottle says, goes. You'll have to see if you land on me."

What a flirt, I thought, smiling to myself.

The game continued on for a while. I ended up kissing three girls, and Stan kissed two other girls. There were a few other guy/guy and girl/girl occurrences throughout the game, but I wasn't really paying attention. My mind was still stuck on when Stan kissed me. And of all the thoughts I was having then, there was one that scared me most of all:

I actually liked it.