Speakeasy
By Serpentsrose
Disclaimer.: Just as before. South Park in any way shape or form does not belong to me. I just play with them for my own amusement.
A/N: Okay, on to the second chapter. This one focuses on Stan and his church troubles. Don't worry I will connect them soon. So don't worry I won't forget Kyle. For the Person who said that they like Stan cause his not gay in this I would like to have you reread my intro summary. I mean what else can Style mean? Especially in the context of South Park fan fiction. Duh… Besides technique Cartman, does not know Kyle's a guy so to him, he's strait see. Amway hope you enjoy. Let me know if you see major errors.
Serpentsrose
Chapter 2 Foreclosure
Stan sights dragging his fingers threw his hair as he stares at the papers in front of him. He just couldn't believe it. He loved his father. God only knows. But, honestly this had gone to far. In a single night randy had managed not only to gamble away all of his own life savings (not that there was much left to start with ), but to spend up all his Stan's as well. Including this and next months mortgage payment.
Stan's eyes strayed from his papers to a photograph which had its seat on the edge of his desk. In it where his mother, father and himself. All laughing and smiling into the camera. It had been Easter Sunday, his mother was wearing her best dress and hand even managed to get Randy into a tie. It had been his first mass. He had been so nervous. But his mother had been there, with his family and it had gone off without a hitch. Looking at that picture now was bittersweet. He's mother passing on a short three months after it was taken. Leaving behind a broken family behind in her wake. Stan had drove into his church. Spending long hours doing all he could for his flock, determined to carry one with a strength he didn't know he had. Randy, Stan's father, he other hand seemed to head down hill. Staying out late and coming home drunk. He managed to lose his job. Within a few weeks, he had gotten into gambling bring Stan to were he was now.
Standing up Stan leaves his offices and looks out onto the know empty church. Into two days it would be packed for Sunday Mass. People coming to pray, and connect to each other. They were coming on tough times, and people had to stick together. He was proud of his congregation, no matter how bad things got they seemed to stick together. It made him feel as if God had put him here for a reason. And because of that he had to remain strong. They needed him. He turns back and heads into his office. It was time he talked to the bank. Hopefully his luck would change.
(At the South Park Bank Branch) Friday evening
"What do you mean your going to take the church?"
The bank manager who goes, by the name of Clyde replies "I'm sorry, Father Marsh. I really am. But, I just can't see any other-"
Stan cuts the man off mid-sentence. "Isn't there anything, I can do?" Stand places his hands on the back managers desk, leaning forward in desperation. Staring into Clyde's eyes.
Clyde sighs, and closes his eyes. Sometimes, he really hated his job. "How about this." He reopens his eyes to look at he man across from him. " I can give you another week"
"Another week." Stan replies weakly, he just couldn't see how he could get that much money in a week, but he couldn't let his people down. They depended on him.
"Maybe two. I don't think I can hold off an investigation after that." Clyde stands up taking his bowler cap off his head as he does so. " Who knows maybe God will grant a miracle."
Stand looks up at the bank manager, he was right. He couldn't give up now. Standing up he holds out a hand. "Thank you. Mr. Donavan, for your time and the time you're giving the church. It's in God's hands now." They shake hands and Stand makes his way to the door Just as he turns the knob he turns back. "See you at service on Sunday?" he asks.
Clyde nods his head as he shuffles the papers on his desk back into order. "Just like every Sunday." he replies back.
Stan nods and opens the door about to leave when Clyde calls out causing Stan to turn around. "Oh, Father."
"Yes?" Stand watches and Clyde sets the papers down.
" I never planned on stopping." Stan smiles his heart feeling lighter then it had at breakfast time this morning as Clyde continues, "Not, for a very long time."
Stan nods, and heads out the door. "God Bless."
"God Bless, Father Marsh, God Bless."
A/N: Hope you enjoy. R&R.