Tequila Flavored Kisses.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own South Park or anything related to it. It belongs to South Park Studios, Comedy Central and to the legends themselves, Matt Stone and Trey Parker.


Parties – a typical part of every teenager's transition towards becoming somewhat of a more level-headed, responsible adult.

Music thumping on full blast, endless amounts of alcohol gliding down everyone's throats as if it were water, all sorts of drinking games that could get someone obliterated very quickly or an occasional steamy makeout session happening somewhere in the house, usually between two people that had an established relationship or between two people that secretly wished to be together – all of those were the usual things one would find at someone's party.

And the tight-knit group of teenagers from South Park High School hadn't been an exception to throwing parties at all, as well as indulging themselves in various tipsy antics that came along with consuming the mood-lifting liquids.

If anything, whenever there was an opportunity to organize the party at someone's house without any adult supervision, the exuberant South Park teenagers would definitely take advantage of that and run with it. And this time, it was Clyde Donovan's turn to organize a crazy party, since his father and stepmother were outside of town for the weekend to celebrate their wedding anniversary.

As soon as Clyde broke the news to everyone who seemed even remotely interested in partying, the party was being in the works right away. Girls, led by Wendy, were the first ones to make a big shopping list with snacks, booze and all the other party-related goodies they would need.

Since all of the teenagers were under the legal age of drinking, Cartman and Craig used their fake ID's to hook them up with booze that definitely seemed to be in endless amounts. But thanks to the fact that the majority of adults in South Park were dumber than a bag of rocks, getting booze was just as easy as taking candy away from a baby.

And the party organization turned out to be very successful.

Music was thumping from a couple of loudspeakers, alcohol slid down everyone's throats and all sorts of delicious foods were brought to the party. And most importantly, everyone was simply having a very good time.

Well, some people seemed to have more than just a very good time.

After about a few rounds of 'never have I ever' and a dozen of tequila shots, Wendy found herself curled up against her boyfriend. She rested her head on Stan's chest, with both of her arms wrapped around his perfectly sculpted torso. He rested his chin on top of his girlfriend's head, with a huge grin spread across his face.

Stan managed to chug down several cans of beer, nearly getting on the same level of tipsiness as Wendy.

"S-someone's already had enough of booze?", Stan struggled to put together a coherent sentence, but luckily for him, his girlfriend was still able to understand what he was trying to say.

Wendy giggled, impulsively snuggling up against the dark haired teenager. "Speak for your-yourself.''

"That 'truth or dare' game got me really f-fucked up.", Stan pondered through a hiccup, fishing for Wendy's hand and tangling their fingers together. "I shouldn't have said 'no' to so many fucking dares…"

"Weeeeeeell...", the dark haired beauty slurred out in a sing-song voice, lifting her head from Stan's chest and locking her brown eyes with his. "That happens when you refuse to take the dare and have to drink instead."

"Shut up.", Stan chuckled, leaning in towards Wendy and capturing his lips with hers in a gentle kiss. Even with the underlying taste of the strong liquor, lime and salt, Wendy's lips still tasted just as delicious as they had always been.

"Mh-mmm, how about we go somewhere we could actually be alone?", Wendy spoke seductively into their kiss, brushing her fingertips along the curve of Stan's jawline and tangling her other hand in his raven, messy locks.

Pulling away from Wendy, Stan's eyes immediately widened to the size of saucers at her not so subtle suggestion. He might've been very tipsy, but not to the point where he wasn't able to understand what his girlfriend was trying to imply. His mouth felt even drier than before, as he was trying to concoct a semi-reasonable response in his brain.

"G-go where?", Stan replied back, licking his lips tentatively.

"To the guest room dumbass. I j-just want to cuddle with you, duh.", Wendy explained.

"O-okay, but what if someone's in there? You know, there's a high chance of interrupting s-someone, 'specially if that person is Kenny and whoever the fuck he chooses to hook up with t-tonight."

Hastily getting up from the couch and tugging onto Stan's arm, Wendy could only smile teasingly at him. "Oh come on Stan, I'm sure no one's inside!"

The teenage boy stewed in silence for a few moments, before shrugging his shoulders in response. He got up from the couch and slowly began to walk towards the hallway, simultaneously trying his damnedest not to lose balance and making sure that Wendy didn't twist her ankle in her ridiculously high heeled ankle boots. The dark haired teenage girl giggled all the way towards the stairs, where both her and Stan had eventually decided to stop by.

"T-take your shoes off. I don't want you to hurt yourself while being this drunk.", Stan said.

"Drunk? I'm nooooot...", Wendy giggled to herself, swaying from side to side and attaching one arm around Stan's torso in order to keep her balance. "Speak for yourself Stanley."

Stan rolled his eyes at his girlfriend, gesturing to her to take her goddamned shoes off and follow him to the second floor of the Donovan residence. And of course, Wendy didn't obey one bit and took her shoes off with a delightful giggle, tucking them underneath one arm and grabbing onto Stan's forearm with her other one.

Stan slowly, but surely led them towards the guest room and knocked on the door a couple of times, just to make sure that the room was empty and that no one was inside. And when he was sure the room was empty, he twisted the doorknob and ushered Wendy inside, still trying to maintain as much balance as he could've possibly mustered – not only for himself, but for beautiful girlfriend as well.

After Stan closed the door and locked it behind him, Wendy dropped her shoes down to the floor and was eagerly waiting for her boyfriend's next move. The raven haired teenager teasingly narrowed his eyes at his girlfriend, taking a step closer towards her and tugging her into his embrace. He didn't wait a single moment before crashing his lips against Wendy's, savoring the delicious taste of her lip gloss that was only slightly ruined by the stale taste of tequila still lingering on her lips.

But he didn't mind it at all, because the only thing that had mattered to Stan was the quality time he was about to spend with his girlfriend.

"You're mine, baby.", he mumbled in between their kisses.

Wendy wrapped both arms around Stan's neck, pulling him closer to her. She ran her fingers underneath his red and blue poofball hat, knotting her fingers in his dark hair that she loved oh so much. She grinned into the kiss and gently nipped onto Stan's bottom lip, causing him to let out a faint moan. He kissed her back just as devotedly, placing both arms underneath her thighs and hoisting her up in the air.

Once he felt his legs coming in contact with the bed frame, Stan placed Wendy down on the bed and swiftly kicked off his sneakers, not wanting to wait any longer to kiss her again. But, she surprised him by grabbing his shoulders and forcing him to lie on his back, with her climbing right on top of him and teasingly brushing her lips against his.

Stan placed one hand on the back of Wendy's neck and pressed their lips together again. She opened her mouth slightly and scraped her tongue across Stan's teeth, eventually tying their tongues for the briefest moment possible. She then moved her lips downwards to his jawline and neck, smothering them in splotches of red lipgloss. She sank her teeth into the side of Stan's neck, sucking on his soft skin as hard as she possibly could and leaving behind a reddish purple love bite.

Of course, Stan returned the favor just as devotedly, but gave the teenage girl a double love bite sprawled across her neck and upper chest area. He moved his lips upwards to her neck and back to her lips, pecking them a few more times before finally pulling away from her.

"I love you Wendy."

"I love you too Stan."

Nuzzling her head in Stan's chest, Wendy suddenly felt her lids becoming heavier and heavier, while her boyfriend's gentle back strokes helped her body relax even more. She let out a tiny, adorable snore and finally fell asleep from all the tequila shots she had managed to drink throughout the entire evening.

"Wends? Hello?", Stan asked in a slightly confused tone, before playfully shaking his head at the adorable sight of the raven haired beauty's face buried in his chest and one arm leisurely wrapped around his torso.

Trying carefully not to wake her up, Stan gently rolled Wendy off him and positioned himself in a more comfortable position. He wrapped both of his toned arms around Wendy and pulled her closer to him, resting his chin right on top of her head.

Finally clapping his eyes shut, the teenage boy let out a tiny snore and hoped that the sweet slumber would eventually get the best of him as well.