Yes, I'm back. For those of you who are simultaneously reading Tension, you know that I have once again received inspiration!! WOOT!! XDDDD Anyway, more stuff!!! Yay! here, things start to get interesting!! Hey, RisaShootingStar (God, I love that kid) has made me fanart! HAHAHA!! FIRST FANART FOR THIS STORY!!! I'm goooooooooood 3 Check it out, yo.

http://risashootingstar (dot) deviantart (dot) com/art/SPFanart-Bloodbath-157164986

And no, I've never gotten drunk, (although I've taken a drop of tequila and almost thrown up cuz it was horrible) and I've never done any type of drugs. So, all of this is kinda all from imagination, but Jessie tells me that shotgunning work this way, so IDK. Sorry if my descriptions are weird or something.

Disclaimer: No, I do not own South Park. Pooh to you. XP

Chapter Two
Vodka, Shotgunning and Trees

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"Oh my God, watch out for that car!!"

"Slow down, dipshit!"

"Swerve!! Swerve!!"

"Shut the fuck up!!!" Cartman howled, gripping the steering wheel tightly. The rain poured down outside in sheets, and the smoke inside the van made everything a lot more harder to see. The 'party' had started about an hour ago after they had loaded up every single bottle of liquor the van could carry, and Kenny had taken a secret stash of weed from the warehouse. More music was blaring, almost everybody was stoned, and nobody could think. Craig and Tweek had taken Kenny and Butters' places in the back seats, doing God-knows-what, Kyle, Clyde and Token were leaning forward and yelling at Cartman's driving skills, Stan was passed out in his spot, and Butters was holding his hands over his ears, trying to find a quiet place. Kenny watched it all, calmly puffing away at a joint. He glanced at Butters, slumped against the window.

"Not enjoying yourself?"

The smaller blonde pulled away his hands, gazing up at Kenny in confusion. Kenny repeated the question and Butters shook his head.

"It's really loud in here." He sighed. "Th' guys don't even like me or nuthin'. I'ah don't see why Eric even brought me here."

"Oh." Kenny felt kinda bad for him. Hell, he himself had it pretty bad, but at least he had people he could hang out with and call friends. Butters had always been the odd man out in everything they did. Kenny himself didn't really talk to Butter, but damn, that had to suck. He decided not to tell him that his parents had paid Cartman to bring him along for the trip. That would just be cruel. He shrugged instead.

"Eh, fatass is a stupid retard. His fat is clogging up his tiny brain. But come on, don't you think you're gonna have fun or anything?"

Butters rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Kenny? I'ah betcha ten bucks th' other guys are gonna be rippin' on me by th' second day."

Kenny frowned. Now, he knew he didn't really have the right to think this, but Butters was different. What had happened to the peppy, bouncy kid from third grade? Butters sighed, reaching under the seat to pull out a bottle of vodka. Kenny's eyes widened.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!! What're you gonna do with that?!"

Butters sighed. "I'ah'm gonna do what everyone else is doin' and drink myself stupid. Then maybe I'ah'll go t'sleep."

"Dude, we're smoking, not drinking, and do you even know what that is?"

Butters looked at it, reading the label. "Uh...vodka?"

Kenny shook his head, laughing. "Man, have you ever even drunk anything before?"

"No. My dad says drinkin' will make me retarded an' give me super-AIDS." Butters scowled. "But he ain't here now, an' I'ah don't care."

Kenny chuckled. "Look, I appreciate your rebel attitude, but you're not cut out for that stuff. Vodka is pretty much pure alcohol; you're not gonna pass out, you're gonna throw up all over Cartman's van and he'll toss you out. Here," he gently pried the bottle away from him, twisting the cap until the seal broke. He poured the smallest amount in the cap, offering it to Butters, continuing, "You can try it and see if you like it."

Butters glanced at him then took it warily, scrunching up his nose in a sort of bunny-pout as he took in the strong smell. Then he tipped it back into his mouth, drinking it.

Immediately his body spasmed, eyes widening as he gagged, coughing and spitting. Kenny pounded his back a a couple of times until Butters calmed down, his face slightly green.

"It's disgusting!!" He said, wiping his tongue on his sleeve. Kenny laughed, taking a drink from the bottle. He winced as it burned his throat, devouring his tongue. "Mnnn, son of a bitch, that burns."

Butters looked at him incredulously. Kenny smiled at his expression, capping the bottle again and stuffing it under the seat. "Killed myself drinking the shit a couple of times." Kenny said dreamily. "Ah, good times, good times."

He turned to Butters again. "You ever shotgunned before?"

"What's that?"

Kenny grinned. "You said you wanted to go to sleep?"

"...yeah."

"Alright." Kenny held up the joint. "This little baby will send you into la-la land where you can dream of pretty rainbows and jumping ponies. But we have to do it different, 'cuz you're a first-timer, right?"

Butters blushed. "So what if I'ah've never done pot before?"

"Nothin', nothin'." Kenny soothed him. "All I'm saying is you can't just puff it straight. We gotta do it a little differently. You wanna give it a try?"

Butters looked at the joint warily. "Well, I'ah dunno, but...well, I'ah'm gonna have fun this week, even if I'ah haveta get high to do it, boy howdy!"

"That's the spirit!!" Kenny laughed uproariously. Damn, this kid was fun to talk to! He pulled himself a little closer, and Butters' eyes widened in apprehension.

"Alright now, stay calm, okay? When I breath out, you breathe in. Got it?"

"Wait, wha?"

But Kenny was already taking a deep drag of his drug, holding the smoke in his lungs. He eaned forward until their lips were almost touching, then made his hands form a sort of barrier around their lips. Kenny blew out the smoke, gently, and there was a tiny pause before the startled Butters remembered his instructions and breathed in. Kenny blew it all out, then pulled back, Butters coughing a little.

"You good?"

Butters nodded, trying to keep the smoke inside like Kenny had done. After a moment he let it out to join the rest of the haze in the van. He frowned.

"It's...it's warm...an' tickly."

The smaller boy held out a hand. "Lemme try by m'self now."

Kenny chuckled. "I don't think so. Even I had to have a bit of help, first time I did it. If you smoke this now, you'll choke."

Butters scowled. "I'ah will not."

Kenny shrugged, handing him the joint. Butters put it to his lips, taking in a hasty puff, way too fast for him. He did choke, dropping the joint and coughing madly. Kenny tossed the used drug out of the window before turning back to Butters, who was still trying to get his breath back.

"Next time, listen to me, a'right?"

Butters nodded hurriedly, still coughing. He bent over, his face turning red, then purple.

"Okay, okay, come on." Kenny sat him up and tilted his chin, snapping his fingers above his head. "Birdie, birdie, look at the birdie! Birdie's calling you!"

Butters focused on Kenny's fingers, head still tilted back, and his coughing slowed, then stopped. Kenny smiled and let him go, snatching the pot baggie from the sleeping Stan's grasp, taking a thin paper and quickly rolling another one. He lit it up, then handed it to Butters, who looked a bit frightened at being asked to try again so soon. Kenny patted his back.

"Okay, Mr. Independent, seeing as you want it my way, let's try yours again. This time, though, don't suck the shit down, take it slow. Like you're breathing in."

The other hesitantly brought it to his lips again, taking a slow, deep puff. This time he managed it, holding in the smoke before breathing out.

"Well?"

"It's not as warm...but it's really good."

Kenny chuckled. "Good, good."

They passed the joint between them for a while, and sure enough, Butters passed out, slumped against Kenny. The taller blonde smiled. Butters was a feisty kid, and Kenny wasn't sure he had changed, but he liked it. Or maybe he had always been this way, but no one had ever given him the chance to show it. Either way, Butters wasn't the loser everyone made him out to be.

"No! Keep on the fucking road, you fat fuck!"

Kyle's angry yell brought Kenny's attention back to the front, to where the redhead was yelling at Cartman.

"Fuck you, Kyle! I take whatever road I want! And it's a fucking shortcut!! The highway takes a huge turn; this cuts through it. I'm saving us time!!"

"It's not even on the map, you stupid tub of lard!!" Kyle howled.

"Ay! Don't call me fat, you fucking Jew!!" Cartman screamed.

"You are fat!" Clyde shot. "And how the fuck do you know it's a real shortcut?!"

"My mom told me it was! Now shut the fuck up and let me drive!!"

"HEY!!!" Kenny's yell brought them them all to silence. Behind him, Craig and Tweek's tousled heads popped out to look curiously. "Dude! Seriously! What the hell are y'all arguing about now?!"

Token sighed. "Kyle and Clyde want to follow the map, but Cartman wants to take some shortcut that's coming up."

"Well, what do you want? You're renting fatass the cabin, aren't you?" Kenny reasoned.

"Ay! I ain't fat, white trash!"

"Fuck off, I'm askin' Token!!" Kenny snapped. Cartman subsided into angry mutterings, and the blonde motioned for Token to continue. The black boy thought.

"Dude, I don't give a crap. I'm tired, I'm stoned, I just wanna get there." He said finally. "Just take the damn shortcut."

"Yes!!" Cartman crowed triumphantly, while Kyle and Clyde groaned simultaneously.

"Fatass here's gonna get us all killed." Kyle muttered. Kenny just grinned.

"Don't worry. If you're lucky, you'll be high as a kite when it happens."

Kyle snorted. "Whatever. Hand me that joint, will you?"

About thirty minutes later, Cartman turned from the highway into a small, worn road, peering through the rapidly falling night, which was accompanied by more rain. And the complaining started.

"You can barely see in here!!" Kyle whined.

"What if you hit a tree?" Clyde asked. Tweek shrieked from the back, and Kenny heard Craig curse.

"Gah! W-what?! We're g-gonna -ngh- hit a tree?!"

"We're not gonna hit a tree, you fucking twitchy faggot!! Go back to fucking your boyfriend!!" Cartman yelled.

Kenny was the only one who heard Craig murmur softly, "He's right y'know. Now, where were we?" He shook his head. That was quite possibly the stupidest suggestion Cartman could have made. He was definitely gonna have to clean this van when they got back. They drove on for a while longer, heading deeper, when suddenly the van gave a huge jolt and Cartman yelled out,

"What the fuck?! Where's the road!?"

"What?!" Kyle screamed. "Whad'ya mean, 'where's the road'?!?!"

"I don't fucking know! I think I missed a curve or something!!"

Then they hit a patch of slippery mud and the tires slipped. Everyone screamed as the van skidded, Cartman desperately trying to get it straight again, Stan and Butters waking up in panicked confusion. Tweek screamed and pointed.

"Watch out for the tree!!!"

It loomed out of nowhere, a massive trunk in the middle of the night. Cartman slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The plowed into it and everyone was wrenched forward. There was a great screech of metal and shattering of glass, Kenny was flung forward and shot out of the windshield, then he hit the tree and died as his neck snapped.

A/N: I want to personally thank an anonymous reviewer (who called herself lauren) who actually tried to guess the song!!! She guessed 'Horror of Our Love', but sadly, that's not it...sowwy. But she tried, and let me say this now, I dedicate this entire story to three people: RisaShootingStar, who gave me fanart, EpicInTheLibrary, who said she would try, and my dear, dear lauren, who is plain amazing. I love you all!!!