On The Way To The Club

2 Months Later

Stan's POV

LA life is full of noisy nights in which dozens of thousands of people go out and blast their friggin' heads out with alcohol and drugs. There's not one main street in this city that doesn't have neon lights or a HD screen buzzing an advertisement to drink more and spend more. Thankfully, for at least one rare night this time 'round, me and Kyle have avoided that annoying loudness. Out of all the married couples with young kids in the whole wide World, WE are the ones who definately need a night-out to ourselves – just simply enjoying the night-time feel (indoors) and just basically enjoying ourselves as much as we can. Well...I say 'night-out to ourselves'...what I really mean is a lad's night out.

So, as we go around the specially laser-labelled VIP table in the corner of this place, there's me, Kyle, Kenny, Butters & Bradley...4 guys of different casual-wear suits...and a joker – not exactly as simple as a pack of cards mind you...but at least it's a time where we can ALL get together just to get away from it all as we enjoy ourselves. Me and Kyle have been busy with KBSM, Butters & Bradley have been even more busy with Stotch's and Kenny...well...let's just say he's been blowing hot steam with his so-called dim-wits of a cooking staff. However, you wouldn't notice it NOW – Kenny's been telling us ridiculously funny incidents in his restaurant for well over 30 minutes now.

"So then the douchy idiot replies, 'Oh sorry Chef, I didn't know Meat Sauce would make the same meaty taste as Physical Meat'..." to which we all laugh. Apparently, one of Kenny's cooks had accidently poured a hell of a lot of Meat Sauce into a Vegetarian dish – thinking it wouldn't make a difference. God, what a douche! In case child-protection start complaining about us four guys being out by ourselves, we both hired professional nannies to look after our boys while we were gone. I sure hope Daniel doesn't cause her too much trouble, Miles meanwhile is innocently sweet, Kyle proudly tells me. Yeh, we'll see about that. We've all had 2 XL Cockatails so far and 1 Pint each of Bud – making the Volume so far of about 5.5 of Alcohol each. (so far) I better make sure I take it easy now – normally sucking down a Sex On The Beach through a straw isn't such a bad idea, as I realise now. And YES, Kenny's already made a joke about me and Kyle both having that Cocktail – hell, he even has a dirty joke for the word 'Cocktail' as well, PEH!

And I found my way to the club,
I fell down a hole.
All the people there,
said 'you come along'.

We five are actually in LA's most famous night-bar and club – Paradise Red, the Moulin Rouge of night-time enjoyment – not dirty or anything, just very VERY exciting and buzzing with music and things-to-look-at. Hell, they got one of Kyle's abstract paintings hanging up in the foyer so I guess that's why Kyle loves this place so much and why he seems to spend so much time in the entrance room before we actually go into the main dome room. It's mostly just a big massive club-type place with a dance-floor in the middle and about 6 different bars scattered all over the place. There's a mixture of different sexualities every night in this place – straight, gay, bi, half-bi……quarter-bi if there's such a thing…and trannies……good to see different groups like that talking to one another and enjoying themselves with a drink. Nice to see a bit more respect and friendliness in this place. Plus, this is where lots of celebrities and famous-faces come to enjoy a night out and a drink. So excluding us five, there's plenty of well-known people in here.

"Right, I want to know coz' my minds on a disk defragmenter on dirty jokes at the moment…" Kenny begins – placing HIS half-full 2nd Budweiser on the circular marble table. "…How are the kids doing, starting with you two love-birds?" He looks at us both in a curious way.

Kyle takes a sip of his Bud before beginning. "Ah well y'know, usual incidents – playing, messing about, coming close to pulling a dining table cloth covered in china plates off, like I said, the usual."

"90 percent of all the bad stuff seems to come from Daniel though. Miles has been one hell of a settled and well-behaved boy."

"Ha, I told yer' MY LIL' Miles was doing better than YOUR LIL' Daniel, Stan." Kyle nudges me and gives me a cheeky smirk. "And it's true – while Daniel's been causing all sorts of near-fatal incidents, all Miles has done is sit about and play…"

"Hopefully in that play area I gave them…" Kenny winks.

"ESPECIALLY in that play area you gave them."

"YES!" Kenny punches the air in delight – nearly knocking over his own bottle of beer in the process. "Looks like I made the right choice in that present……I sure hope I can make it two out of two with the OTHER present…" He gives Kyle a wink.

"Oh yes, you sure CAN." Kyle replies – wiggling his eyebrows like he's used to doing.

Kenny's doing this kind of thing a lot more now over the past few months. Whenever me or Kyle have absolutely no clue into how to show our love to one another, we can always trust Kenny to give us a hint – no matter how big or small. I'm surprised Kenny still isn't gay coz' he leaves me and Kyle in the dust.

And I, I just wanna be, darling with you
the music's made that way.
My eyes are blue there's nothing I can't do.

Kyle's POV

We've been talking about Daniel and Miles and how good they're gradually getting better at not doing any naughty things at the moment, (well, Daniel at least, my little Miles knew how to behave already) for quite a while. And with that discussion finally out the way and me finally finishing my last proud looks at Stan, Kenny quickly turns the attention to Butters and Bradley – whom make no hesitation to proudly discuss how Alex is getting on.

"You been giving him plenty of Stotch's milk?" I'm sure there's supposed to be some kind of joke in that line of Kenny's. Looks like his joke hard drive has defragmented itself now.

"Oh well heck, of course I have – but I mean, I don't wanna…y'know…give Alex too much when he…you know…doesn't need it. Man, my parents would sure be pretty mad if they knew I was starving their grandchild. Gee, I wonder if they still have the power to ground me, I hope not."

"Ah relax Butters – I'm sure you're doing just fine." I reply back. Even though Butters is a different man to how he was 10 years ago, he STILL shows signs of his nervous and pessimistic self of the past.

"Butters and I really have been looking after little Alex I assure you…" Bradley begins – gulping down a big swig of his own Bud. "……you'd be quite surprised at how much they grow and learn huh? And our boy's certainly loving all the little kids TV you show on that children's channel of yours Kyle."

"Really?" My head tilts slightly. "KBSM Junior's meant to be aimed at maybe 5 to 10 year olds, but……just over a year old – well…ummmm……I dunno whether that's good or bad."

"Oh I'm sure it's good Kyle…" Kenny reminds me, which is followed by a smirk. "Unless you're showing any type of programming little kids shouldn't be watching."

Stan, Butters and Bradley and I'm simply left with a raised eye-brow. "You really think I'm gunna show that kind of programming on a KIDS channel Kenny?"

"Mmmmmmmaybe…" He winks again and laughs. "That'd be a pretty slick schedule." He then starts impersonating one of those really daft-talking narrators on that channel of mine. "And now boys and girls, coming up next on Junior, join Mr. R Jonny as he goes on a magical adventure – discovering what a woman's vagina looks AND feels like with some SURPRSING resemblances to your garden's uncut bushes." To which he bursts into laughter……by himself. All us four can do is stare at him with peculiar looks. And as soon as he's finished wiping away the tears from his eyes, he looks back and off he goes again. "Oh I'm sorry guys, I forgot you four don't like bush, do you?" To which he collapses again. His laughter makes no sound except a very high-pitched but quiet hyena-like sound. He's enjoying himself so much that he collapses and leans himself on Stan to support his laughter-state body.

What did I tell you about him and his rips on the fact we four are gay. It never fails to make him laugh and it never EVER fails to make us four either very confused or slightly annoyed. Either way, at the end of the day, that's Kenny.

So I stayed in the club,
Just rewarding myself.
Happiness - it turned into something else.

"I can't wait to see the boys all grown up…" Bradley says in the midst of us five all taking our sips on a new round of Buds. "…I know it's a while away, but I'm gunna be so happy and excited about it all."

"Me too Bradley, me too." Butters replies to which those two their version of a long loving kiss. Me and Stan look at one another and immediately know what the other one of us is thinking – 'Still not as good as us', ha ha.

Stan and Kenny look slightly tired and limper than they were 15 minutes ago. I guess the alcohol has decided to kick-in for those two to begin.

"Y'know, better make this the last round – I'm getting slightly tired and weak from the Buds guys." Stan says in hazy words.

"NAH C'MON Stan, you haven't had four Buds yet, you can't be tired ALREADY." Kenny replies, to which he takes his third sip in a row of his own Bud. I'm presuming that the Bud's are kicking into Kenny really hard here. I'm sure it won't be long before he's literally leaning on us two for support.

"So then, what plans all you lot got for the upcoming months?" I ask – trying desperately to turn the subject away from how much alcohol we've drank tonight. "Me and Stan are back in the office next week as usual ain't that right love…" I turn to Stan who virtually looks 75 percent asleep here.

"Huh-wha…errrr……WHAT……oh yeh, busy busy busy." I suppose that's the only answer we're gunna get out of Stan now. I'm sure it won't be long before we'll start making our way back home – Stan's looking mighty tired and drained and I don't wanna force him to stay here longer than he wants. I'm sure all he'll need is a nice comfy be with me by his side.

And I just wanna be, darling with you,
The music's made that way.
My eyes are blue - there's nothing I can do……

……With myself now.

"Well me and Butters have got...a hell of a lot to do back at the office next week too..." Bradley continues. "...Butters seems to nag me all he time about getting all my own work done too."

"Ah come on Bradley, I don't nag yer'. I just wanna make sure you're all focused and ready for the day..." Oh God.

"Is that supposed to mean anything in particular?"

"Oh well...y'know...I'll let you think that one up yourself." I suppose this is Butters' & Bradley's way to flirt with one another just like me and Stan do. Shame Stan's not got the energy to do so with me – we could have had a flirting duel, ha ha.

30 Minutes Later

"Sho...I shay dat...aLl DER words aRRRRE th' saaaame!! Yer' say ROFL...I shay BROTHAL – at end of day the...IT'S ALL GOOOOOOOD...jhgrysdbadjribribribribbirrib, HA HAAAA!" YES, Kenny's talking in drunk language now. But this time, he's not putting it on as an act – he really is drunk. Butters and Bradley are helping Stan to walk by leaning him on their shoulders and I've been left with the uncanny job of helping Kenny walk out of the club and into our people carrier.

"Come on you...let's get you three back home, OK?" I say – helping him step down off the side-walk and into the parking area.

"WOO-HOO...bhachchch HOME. yEh, that's my BITCH, motherFACKEDY-fick-FECK-FUCKER!" I'm presuming he's talking about his house there. "'Ave I ever thOLD 'yer Kah'yle...yer' look soooooo bootiful." Beautiful? Ummmmm...thanks? "I luuuuuuuurve you."

"Yeh, I'm sure you do Kenny." I reply with a smile. Good thing he said that. Hopefully I can get him back one day if he ever makes fun of my gayness AGAIN. All I have to do is tell him he said that and I guess it'll up to me on how he pays the price, tee hee. "THERE...WE GO!" I lift Kenny into one of the back-seats just as Butters and Bradley help Stan in the front passenger-seat. Stan looks like he's already out like a light. Ah well, better than ebing drunk I guess.

And as soon as we're all in, I tap the touch-screen igniton and off we go. The plasma screen signals the time as 01:17 – though I guess pitch black darkness at night doesn't really tell the time once you get to about 10 o clock. 10 minutes later, we arive exactly outside Kenny's door. We give him a second to see how he does on his own. And we soon realise that he's nowhere near walking in a straight line. Butters jumps out and gives Kenny a helping hand to the door.

"Come on Kenny – looks like you...sure are gunna be out like a light tonight as...Kyle said." Butters says as they head to the front door.

"YEH, ber' ah jush changed the LIGHTb'lbs in MA' hOuSe...and they all GOOD!" God, even in a drunk state, Kenny STILL can make me laugh. We wait 5 minutes as Butters goes indoord and presumably makes sure that Kenny doesn't spend the night sleeping on the indoor porch floor before we leave.

Another 10 minutes pass and we're outside their home to drop them off.

"Goodnight you two – make sure you don't let the alcohol ruin 'the rest' of your night." I wink to them with the window down.

"Oh of course not – Butters promised he'd do some of the 'work' tonight instead of letting me just lovin' him." Ummmm...too much information methinks. And as I watch Butters seemingly dragging Bradley into the front door with a smirk on his face, I look to my right to see Stan leaning on the side of the leather head-rest with his eyes shut and mouth wide-open. Don't worry Stan – we're almost home.

The journey back home is a smooth one, thank goodness so Stan hardly moves his positioning. Finally, after a dark and wierd journey through the LA estates this time, the iron gates of my mansion estate begin to slowly open up and I drive the vehicle up the drive-way to the sensor-garage which immediately opens upon my approach. And after I park it next to my sports-car and turn it off, I move around to the other door outside, open it and take hold of Stan – wrapping his left arm around my shoulder. Jesus Christ, he's heavy when he's got clothes on his body and alcohol in his system.

"Huh...wh...wh...where are we?" Stan murmurs in a soft tone.

"We're back home Stan – don't worry, I'll have you in bed in no-time whatsoever."

"Bu...where is...every...body?"

"Gone home Stan."

"Wha...how...long...was I out for?"

"Oh about an hour – no threat, all we've got is a few rooms and a staircase to go."

"OK..." He smiles and closes his eyes again. "But no sex...I'm...fucking tired."

"Yeh I know Stan..." Shame.

We or should I say I...find our 20-sumin baby-sitter leaning on the couch, half-asleep with our cordless phone in one hand a bottle of Kronenberg in the other. Already that's 50 bucks off her pay judging by how much these kinds of women talk for on the phone for THAT space of time. With her finally awake, she tells us that both boys are fast asleep upstairs and leaves with 80 bucks from my possession.

The door shuts and her car is heard driving off into the distance and I begin my ascend up the stairs with Stan still leaning on me. Kicking the bedroom door open with my left knee, I walk over to the bed and drop Stan's sleepy body onto the corner where I can pull back the covers enough to get him in properly.

"We in...bed...yet?"

"Not yet Stanny..." I say as I quickly throw off my shirt, trousers, socks, shoes and boxers. "Now then...off with your clothes." I lean over, now naked in the darkness to help him off with his clothes.

"Be careful." He smiles again with his eyes shut as I begin unfastening the buttons on his shirt – top to bottom to see his bare shaven chest. And after a struggle to get his trousers, socks and boxers off with him leaning his whole weight on the bed, I AT LAST pull the covers back and snuggle up to him – both of us facing the same way. I'll try NOT to turn this situation into something MORE despite the urge I always seem to have.

"Oh...you a bit cold Stanny?"

He shivers slightly. "Yeh...darn tiredness and coldness...not a very good mix." He whispers as I cuddle up to him close and wrap my arms and legs around his own. With our bodies close together in bed, I can already feel the warmth from my body going to his – just as I hear the final whisper from his breath before we both fall asleep.

"Dam you're hot."

And I'm pretty sure he's not JUST talking about my body temperature there...which makes it all worthwhile.

Author's Comment: Yeh, that was my first go at trying to type drunk-talk. And remember what Kyle said – about how he's gunna get his own back at Kenny for saying what he said. Make sure you keep on reading, that'll pop up later on in the fic, I guarantee.