A/N: I got bored, and, seeing as it's like 2:00am over here, I have no social life, and I'm bored shitless, here's your next chapter. Hopefully it will be longer and better than the last…
"Man, can that girl work her ARSE!" observed Kai, as he watched Karen practically have sex with the air in front of her. " For once, I will agree with you, you meanie!" said Rick.
"Fuck off" said Gray, as even he had drawn his attention away from Mary (who wasn't even there at that moment, she'd gone outside for a reason hat… well, let's just say it involved the Kappa, all the Harvest Sprites, a flying monkey from the Wizard of Oz, an Oompa Loompa, and the whole cast from South Park) and was watching Karen work her arse better than anything on the planet ever could.
"WAAAAAAHHHHHH!" he screamed. Karen just snapped. She turned around, grabbed Rick, and started going psycho "IF YOU DON'T SHUT THE FUCK UP IN THE NEXT MILLISECOND, YOU'LL BE JOINING YOUR KARAOKE MACHINE… FUCK IT, YOU CAN JOIN IT NOW!" and with that, she threw him who knows how many kilometres away until he finally landed in Antarctica (that is pronounced AnTarCTiCa, NOT ANarDiGa!).
"Antarctica, Timbuktu, same dif!" she said, knowing perfectly well they were completely different from each other in just about every way possible.
After a while, everyone got a bit tired, so they decided to play a bit of spin the bottle. "This is lame", said Popuri, who was the most likely person to have suggested playing the game in the first place. "Just be quiet and spin it!" said Rick, who had come back a few minutes after he had been thrown, covered in snow ( Karen had said "goddess-fucking-damnit!" but had eventually moved on".
Popuri spun the bottle. It landed on Cliff. Ann looked a bit worried at this, although no one noticed. Ann realised he probably didn't remember that night either, as they both just gave each other a shy peck (they hadn't been so conservative before!).
Next it was Mary's go, but she had to make it quick, as all her magical friends (+ the South Park cast) were waiting for her, so she just made out with the doctor for about half an hour before continuing whatever the fuck she was doing out there before. Next was Karen's turn. She land on Rick.
Rick looked hopeful, and everyone just stared for a few seconds before saying "re-spin" ignoring the crushed look on his face. This time she got Kai. She pashed him full and proper for about 5 seconds.
Jack was really confused by this. Hadn't she grabbed his butt earlier on? Why did the goddess make the opposite sex so confusing! (even if all she really made were the plants or some crap).
After a few more spins, and a few timid kisses, it was finally Jack's turn. The bottle spun around Yes, yes, yes, Karen!... no, no, goddess, no, Rick… (this continues for about a minute, it was a very slow bottle, as Jack never was that good at spinning his alcohol) and finally it found its spot, pointing absolutely right on Karen.
His heart leapt with joy (so did something else, no prizes for guessing what). He leant over, she leant over, and then… he didn't understand it. Why wouldn't his lips just meat hers? For some reason, he just stayed exactly where he was, not able to move a muscle. Everyone was staring at him.
After about half a minute, Karen got fed up. She did what she always did (anything to get things moving, she's just as impatient as me, and believe me, if something takes more than 24 hours, I usually start making my room a form of creative art, aka tearing it apart) and said what she always said. "Fuck this shit, if you aren't, I am."
Instead of just giving him a passion-filled kiss and all that crap, she stood up, pulling him up with her, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled his head in. She then started doing very interesting things with her tongue in his mouth, while he just stood there shocked. But after a while, he started to kiss her back.
A/N: I suck, get over it. Now for the…
OYU KHSANT:
Fuck you all for not reviewing. Wait a minute, it's my fault for putting this chapter up about an hour after the last one. Damn…
Seeya later, if for some weird reason I fly to America, find out where you all live, hunt you down and start making small talk.
Sincerely,
Your Worst Nightmare,
PEPSI MAX (they pay me to do that)
Ella.