Saturday came around, not that Tweek and Craig noticed right away. It was around three in the morning; Craig was admiring the bite marks he'd made from the tiny blond's neck down his collarbone, and was wondering where he would make his mark next. Tweek was high on sex and feeling rather misty.

He wasn't sure how, but Tweek glanced at his clock and processed that it was almost daybreak. He freaked out, sat up quick, and nicked Craig with his shoulder all at once.

"OHMIGOD!"

"Ow. What?"

"It's THREE AM!"

"…Yeah? Good for us. Let's see what time it is later and cheer about that too."

"No, no, nonono. Craig, it's THREE in the MORNING. I have to be at work in four and a half hours, and I haven't slept in four days, and I'm going to lose this job before I even have it and-" Tweek makes hyperventilating a skill.

Craig rubbed Tweek's back in the way that he does. "It's ok, calm down."

"Bu-bu-bu-" Tweek was near tears. All he could think of was him finally getting to work in his Holy Land and having it get pulled away so easily.

"Shh. It's alright. Breathe." Tweek did. "When does your shift end?"

"A-at about four, bu-"

"Hush." Tweek did. "Ok, so you're only working for, like, eight hours. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it." He smiled, confident. Tweek was still worried, understandably, but he was a little calmer then before.

Craig has a way of keeping Tweek under control, sort of like how Token has a way of getting Tweek into really bad situations and how Bebe has a way of creeping him out.

Tweek must have been looking worse, because Craig rubbed his back a little more before standing up and reaching for his clothes.

"Where're you going?" Tweek really didn't want to be left with his worry.

"I need to pick something up from the 24/7. I think you should stay here." Tweek looked much, much more paranoid. Like Craig was conceiving against him. "Before you flip out, don't worry. I just don't want you falling asleep in the truck while I drive around. Rides knock you out like nothing else… Well. Not NOTHING else." He grinned as he picked up his keys from the dresser.

Tweek tried to smile and to look like he wasn't worried.

"I'll be back soon enough. Don't go to sleep, though. If you'll only get four hours, you'll feel much worse that if you didn't sleep at all. Ok?" Tweek nodded and Craig seemed satisfied as he left.

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Tweek sat on top of his bed that he'd made and remade eleven times and stared at the clock. It had already been forty-five minutes. The 24/7 was right around the corner. As much as Tweek wanted to, he resisted the urge to just walk down there and see if Craig really was just getting something, or was off somewhere thinking of how much he despised Tweek or with whoever he was cheating on Tweek with and oh GOD where was he??

Tweek tried to push all that back. He'd talked to Craig about that tons of times. About everything. Tons of times. Nothing bad was going on, no big horrible conspiracies, no death plots, and absolutely NO secret affairs. He was just doing that thing Craig said once. 'Overanalyzing'.

So he did what Craig told him to do when he gets like this. Breathe. Close your eyes. Breathe. Open them.

He rubbed his arms, feeling suddenly very cold. Then he counted the positives.

He was about to have the best job in the world. He's got the best boyfriend in the universe. He hasn't been in any drag races in weeks. Things were pretty good right now.

Tweek laid back and stared at the headboard blankly. He couldn't help but think of all those bad things at one point or another. He just would have to put them back for now.

Finally he heard the front door open.

He sat up just as Craig walked into his room. At first he was smiling, but then looked at Tweek and a look of concern replaced it. "Tweek?" He said, a gentle tone replacing what is a usually playful one. "What's wrong?"

Tweek was puzzled and reached up under his eyes, and felt wetness.

"Oh… I'm… not sure." He wiped it away and smiled up at Craig. "So, what did you get?"

Craig was hesitant. But he let it go and smiled, which made Tweek feel much better. "Ok, you'll be fine at work today."

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At 7:20, Craig drove Tweek to work, afraid he would crash into a tree.

At 7:26, they both arrived at Starbucks.

At 7:28, Craig gave Tweek two MiniThins, which are little pills that keep you awake.

At 7:29, Tweek was wearing his green apron and proudly pining on his I.D.

At 7:30, Tweek stood at the counter while Craig sat two tables away and the creepy nocturnal pill-popping guy was failing to hit on him.

At 7:32, Tweek's new boss stumbled into work, drunk.

"Uh… Sir?" Tweek said, wondering if it was the hangover kind of drunk or the falling over kind of drunk. Getting a moan in response, he guessed it was the former.

"EH??" Tweek flinched as the fumbling drunk whipped around to give Tweek the evil eye. "Y' damn kids, always furggle..shmminer…" He trailed off and wandered toward his office. He hit the wall a few times, but finally made it into the doorway. Just as the door closed, Craig clapped at the manager's heroic efforts.

"And you were worried about being late."

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Tweek was on coffee break at 12:45, which seemed ironic to Craig considering his whole job was once big coffee break. To Tweek, it seemed perfect, because the MiniThins Craig had given him were starting to wear off. So, he made himself a Vanilla Mocha Frappathingy and sat down with Craig.

"I think the best part of this job for you is the free cup of coffee you get everyday." Craig mused. Tweek smiled and took a sip.

"It is today. God, I can't believe I haven't had coffee in a week. First so I wasn't so jittery at the interview, and then the whole celebration thing…" He took another sip. "This is so good."

Craig watched Tweek enjoy his coffee with a grin. "So, what are the other privileges you get with this job? A back room maybe?" Tweek smirked.

"Yeah, a tiny, dark backroom that has no door on it and is full of crates of everlasting coffee cups and stirrers."

"Hmmm, sounds kind of kinky."

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At 1:02, Tweek threw Craig out of the back room and stumbled back behind the counter. While he was busy with a customer who, 'didn't have no time fer a whole dang two minutes of waiting fer some service', Craig tumbled to the feet of someone familiar.

Clyde stared down at Craig, expectantly. "…Craig?"

"CLYDE!" Craig squeaked and tried to regain himself. "Uh. What are… you… doing here?" He grinned and tried to seem as casual as someone who just fell to the feet of another after nibbling on a Tweek could.

Clyde shook his Starbuck Coffee cup in Craig's face. "I'm a paying customer. Unlike some bum I know." He took a sip and stared down at the other. "What brings you to the… floor."

"Ooooh," he tried to look comfortable, which was hard since the tiles at Starbucks were made of god knows what kind of cement. "Not much. Just… hanging around."

Craig wasn't winning Clyde over too much. "Stand up, Craig. I'm not going to try and converse with someone who's a flinch away from bowing at my feet." Craig gladly got up and took the seat next to the other.

"So," Clyde resisted a grin. "I see your style has changed to that of… Tweek?"

"Wu-" Craig looked down at himself. In the background, a wide-eyed blond was clenching the counter while looking at the shirt Craig was wearing. It was baby blue, two sizes too small, and had a tiny white heart on the breast. It was also on Tweek half an hour ago.

"Oh… Uh… Yeah. I thought, it'd, you know, be a… statement." Craig fumbled with his new shirt, very awkwardly. He would never live this one down. Damn it, he just had to rush and grab whatever shirt was closest to his when Tweek saw that he was late.

Clyde couldn't hold it back anymore, and a snicker slipped past him. "A statement huh? Well… that certainly is something." He finished his coffee and smirked at Craig. "I gotta go, Craig. But it was… fun talking. See ya."

Craig watch Clyde go and sighed heavily. Then he turned around to face Tweek, who was shaking with laughter instead of the usual fear of everything.

"Give me back my shirt, Tweek."

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