After the events at Craig's house…change happened, Tweek no longer had his special treatment, He was as overworked as the other three and he no longer had the privilege to stay at the lounge after breaks, Craig also didn't talk to Tweek as much as he used to, He was avoiding Tweek more than usual, he even refused to make eye contact whenever they would talk about work.

Tweek of course didn't know why or what had happened, he was happy that he finally got to work but sad that Craig was now ignoring him, he didn't do anything wrong did he? Was he going to get fired? Was he going to lose his free unlimited coffee privilege? It was too much pressure for him.

"Why so sad, Tweek?" Kenny asked, worried about his friend.

"I d-dunno, it's Craig I guess…" Tweek responded.

"Oh, what's wrong with Craig?" Kenny said with a smile, clearly interested in what Tweek has to say.

"He's -ngg- avoiding me, I didn't do anything wrong did I?"

"I don't know did you?" Kenny said smiling, remembering the events that happened a couple of days ago.

"N-No, he didn't even let me work back then how could -nng- I have done something wrong?"

"No I guess you didn't." Kenny assured him.

"It's just so weird…He was so nice to me then, and now he's ignoring me, I hope that isn't a sign that I am getting fired."

Speaking of the devil, Craig came out of the lounge ( a miracle), and then walked towards Kenny and Tweek.

"What's up?" Kenny said with smile that irritated the hell out of Craig.

"Token called, he said he's coming here later." Craig deadpanned.

"Who's -Nnngh- Token?" Tweek asked hoping to get a response.

"He's the owner of the coffee shop." Craig replied promptly, whilst trying hard not to look at Tweek in the eye.

"I missed that douche…" Clyde said, as usual he was listening in on other people's conversation instead of doing his work.

"Yeah where the hell did he go anyway?" Kenny asked.

"How the hell should I know?" Craig shrugged. He then went back to the lounge like the hermit he is.

"Yeah, he just suddenly disappeared from our lives, he doesn't even call or text us…"Clyde said worriedly.

"You know for best friends, you guys don't seem to communicate much." Stan said looking at Clyde. Apparently he had also been listening on the conversation.

"Speak for yourself, when was the last time you spoke to Kyle?" Kenny teased.

"Shut up…" Stan answered, he did not want to be reminded of that stupid redhead again, so he decided to continue his work and go back to restocking the pastries.

"So uh, what happened between them?" Clyde curiously asked.

"Well I don't know the details but…one day Stan just suddenly told us that he hates Kyle, Cartman was extremely happy that day and he followed him around telling him that they should be best friends instead…it's rather funny really, well no I guess it isn't." Kenny explained.

"Jesus Kenny…Are you always this chatty?" Stan asked annoyed.

"Did you actually become best friends with Cartman?" Clyde asked, he was intrigued, and besides…talking more keeps him from continuing his work.

"Hell No! Jesus, can't you idiots stop talking about me and just get back to work?" Stan angrily said as he went back to the register.

"So who's Kyle?" Tweek asked discreetly, not wanting to be heard or else Stan might have another prissy fit.

"Stan's best friend, they have been like that since pre-school, And I could have sworn they were butt buddies if it weren't for Stan's girlfriend Wendy, but then they broke up a couple of months ago and that's when Stan declared he hated Kyle…everyone thought that she cheated on him with Kyle but I honestly doubt that's the case." Kenny whispered.

"Oh." Tweek nodded.

"Right so anyway let's get back to work…" Kenny said.

"Ugh." Clyde complained, he really didn't want to go back to work and wanted more distractions.

Luckily for him a certain someone entered the shop, a certain someone he knows very well…

"TOKEN!" Clyde screamed dropping his mop and rushing over to the guy and glomping him hard. The customers were all looking at him with confused faces but he didn't care.

"I fucking missed you, you piece of shit…" Clyde said, refusing to let go of his grip.

"Yeah yeah I miss you too…now get the hell off of me, the people might think were gay, well not that I mind." Token shook off Clyde who eventually let go.

"Where the hell have you been asshole?" Clyde asked…or more of demanded.

"Dude didn't I tell you that my parents and I are going on a two week vacation to Las Vegas?" Token asked, while fixing his clothes.

"NO, you did no such thing, you didn't even call or text us…Craig and I was worried you know?" Clyde pouted.

"Uh sorry, my mind must have gone off of things?" Token said.

"You're a terrible friend! You have better bought souvenirs for me." Clyde angrily said.

"I did, don't worry." Token assured him with a smile.

"So anyway, how's the shop?" Token asked as they walked towards the counter.

"Well, well, well if it isn't Token, where the hell have you been?"

"I was at Vegas, how it's going Kenneth? Hmm? Oh and who might you be?" Token asked as he took notice of the twitchy blonde who was standing (or rather hiding) behind Kenny."

"Remember when I called you to ask if you can hire my friend? Here he is…meet Tweek!" Kenny smiled as he introduced his jittery friend.

"Hey there."

"ARG! THIS IS TOO MUCH PRESSURE" Tweek panicked, then hid further behind Kenny.

"Uh…he's a bit shy."

"Nice to meet you Tweek, I am Token, Token Black…I am the owner of the shop." Token said as he held out his right hand for a hand shake, whilst flashing his million-dollar smile.

"A p-pleasure to meet you…Token" Tweek nervously said.

"Are you enjoying working here?" Token asked.

"GAH! Y-Yes pleasedontfiremeidontwannaloseunlimitedcoffeeprivilege!" Tweek spazzed out.

"Okay okay…calm down Tweek." Token assured, He then looked at the boy then wondered how in the hell did that guy get hired by Craig, he seems very unsuitable as a barista in his opinion, but then again he could be very talented at making coffee, let's not judge him right away; Token thought.

"He's quite the spaz don't you think? It's rather adorable…even Craig thinks so!" Kenny cheerfully said, Tweek didn't hear him though since he was now crouched at the floor having some sort of mild panic attack.

"Uh yeah…speaking of Craig, where is he? Token asked whilst a bit confused, He refused to believe that Craig finds anything adorable, that guy has the emotional capacity of a brick.

"He's at the lounge as usual, He's monopolizing that place…what a selfish asshole." Clyde who has surprisingly been quiet all this time, said.

"It's amazing that you actually know what monopolizing means." Token teased.

"Fuck you Token, I am not that dumb." Clyde said as he angrily crossed his arms.

Stan then came walking towards the four holding a tray containing brownies, He eyed Token and raised an eyebrow.

"Since when did you get here?"

"A little while ago…what you didn't miss me?"

"Nope, however Clyde over there did…he was bawling and crying like a child who lost his mommy." Stan smirked teasingly, something he hasn't done in a while.

"Yeah I figured he'd do that" Token smirked back.

"I did no such thing!" Clyde protested.

"So how are you?" Stan asked as he placed the tray of brownies inside the display shelf.

"I am fine; I went to Vegas if you're curious…How is it with the whole Wendy and Kyle thing?" Token said.

"Ugh, don't remind me."

"Right…so it's still a touchy subject huh? Well let's not talk about that then, Anyways I should go talk to Craig and ask how the store is doing, I'll see you guys later."

"Yeah, sure."

"Heyyy you never gave me my souvenir!" Clyde complained

"I don't have it with me right now, I'll give it you later…get back to your work for now." Token commanded.

"I am coming with you to the lounge!"

"Why?" Token asked.

"Because I miss you so much that I don't want to miss a second away from you…" Clyde said in the sweetest voice he can manage.

"You just don't want to get back to work do you? Token smiled at him, whilst gently patting the other boy's head.

"Yup, but the missing you part is partially true." Clyde nodded.

"I swear you're like an overly attached girlfriend…only more annoying." Token sighed.

The pair entered the lounge only to find Craig hitting himself in the head with one of the couch's pillows.

"What the actual fuck." Clyde said.

"F-fuck." Craig said, slightly startled and embarrassed that his two best friends caught him in the act of hitting himself.

"Did you really miss me that much, that you completely lost your sanity?" Token laughed, although he seemed amused he was actually quite slightly disturbed as to why his completely aloof and apathetic friend is hitting himself with a pillow like some sort of retard.

"Fuck you Token." Craig said as flipped him off.

"D'aaaaw I missed that finger of yours Craig." Token cooed.

"Well then here's another one…where the fuck have you been anyway?" Craig said as he held out his other middle finger.

"Dude, Token went to Vegas and he bought souvenirs! Well he doesn't actually have them right now, but duuude…SOUVENIRS!" Clyde excitedly said.

"Yup, I bought one for Kenny and Stan too since they were now technically working for me, but I didn't get the new guy anything, I don't want to seem unfair to him, So I wonder what I could get him?"

"New guy...you mean Tweek?

"Yup unless there's another new guy, which I am pretty sure there's not. Oh and by the way, why did you hire him? It's rather unlikely for you to hire anyone so twitchy and fidgety, actually no it's highly unlikely for you to hire anyone at all. So tell me Craig, is Tweek supposed to be special?"

Craig struggled to keep his cool, feeling warmth across his face, he didn't expect Token to question him about this, he wondered how he should go about answering his friend without revealing his fondness for Tweek, wait fondness? I am not fond of him, not at all, nope…and so continues Craig's internal struggle.

"Hey, Tweek is super cool, he's like totally my new best friend!" Clyde said breaking the silence, Craig sighed relieved that his dumb friend felt the need to say something at that moment…that is until he realized what the brunette had said.

"Since when?" Craig said in an accusing tone, there was a slight bit of annoyance and maybe even jealousy in his voice.

"Since we first met!" Clyde said smugly.

"I find that hard to believe…"

"Well believe it."

"No, like hell he'll be friends with you." Craig mocked.

"We'll he is, I asked him if he wants to be friends and he agreed!" Clyde shouted.

"That's a bunch of bullshit."

"You're just jealous." Clyde teased.

"W-what why the fuck would I be jealous?" Craig said, his voice leaked of denial.

"Because you can't make friends as easily as I do…" Clyde smirked.

"That isn't even something to be jealous about, fatass." Craig said.

"Screw you, I am not fat!" Clyde objected.

"Holy fuck, can you two idiots knock it out?" Token spoke up, annoyance was clearly in his voice. This action caused Craig and Clyde to stop bickering and well…make up.

"Craig, can you just tell me why you hired him? I mean Tweek offense but I am really curious why Craig Tucker of all people would hire a guy as spastic, twitchy and paranoiac as he." Token sighed.

"Oh uh well Tweek was the son of the guy who used to own this Harbucks branch, apparently they got stuck in some debt and got bankrupt, I kind of felt sorry for the guy so I hired him…" Craig said, relieved that he was able to answer without stuttering. He really couldn't think straight whenever the topic of the conversation was Tweek.

"Wait…You felt sorry for him?" Clyde asked incredulously.

"Uh y-yeah." Craig answered, trying to keep his cool façade.

"I can't believe that you actually have emotions Craig…you're finally turning human!" Token teased.

Craig angrily glared at Clyde and Token then he both gave them the middle finger. He was actually quite happy that so far he's hiding his emotions quite well.

"So Tweek's the son of Mr. Tweak? That makes sense...but fine, I am all cool about that just as long as he does his work properly…speaking of which, how has business been going?" Token asked.

"Not so good these past few days, the first week had been such a success, I wonder what's up with the sudden decline of customers?" Craig said. He is finally able to relax, finally the topic changed to something he can deadpan about, and not be a bumbling mess with.

"Maybe they don't like our coffee anymore?" Clyde suggested.

"That's impossible everybody loves Harbucks." Token said.

"I kind of like not having anything to do when there's no customers around, I feel so at ease!" Clyde happily said.

"Dude not cool, that's bad for the business…My father will kill me if this shop goes under." Token scolded.

"Well it's not like there's any customers around…" Clyde said.

"I think most people in South Park are out of town, it is summer break after all." Craig deadpanned.

"Summer Break…" Token said.

"What about it?" Clyde asked.

Token sighed and then closed his eyes, he placed his index finger in his left temple as if in deep thought and then…."I GOT IT" he exclaimed.

"What?" Clyde and Craig both said.

"Let's go on a company retreat!" Token excitedly said.

A/N: This is the longest chapter so far, mostly because it's pretty much all conversation, but I do hope you guys enjoyed it, Thanks for all the reviews, follows and faves!