Hello readers,

I have been on a bit of a role lately as you may have noted. (What is it? Something like four updates over two days... that's good progress for me.)

I would just like to thank all those people who have supported me for so long so far.

omg.u.killed.kenny – I love the way you always review the chapters, and the way you seem to be hell into it. There's a bit of Tracey in everyone.

KayTeeBeth – You were my first reviewer, so you are definitely high up on my list of people I love. Thanks for taking the time to review!

October Autumn – Another person who always reviews, thanks for your constant input

Mootycakes – The first person to favourite my story and I'm glad I managed to change your view on first time writers and OC stories.

Right, that said, I'm going to actually write a chapter now.

Chapter Nine
Let's Dance

Kenny and I got to Clyde's house at about seven, and just in time to see Butters burst out the front door, run across the drive and vomit in the garden bed. I was about to run over and comfort him, but Cartman came out and patted him on the back instead. I shrugged and waved to Cartman who waved back, just as Butters heaved again.

Kenny rang the bell, and we waited for the door to be answered. A few seconds later, the door burst open. Clyde had opened it, he beamed at us and pulled us in, slamming the door behind us.

"Tracey and Kenny are here!" he yelled over the general ruckus. There was a general yell of appreciation and Craig appeared.

"Tracey!" he said "Teach us a drinking game... from Australia."

"Um... ok." I said as he dragged me towards the dining room. Craig took a seat, Kenny and Clyde joined moments later. Bebe and Jason were already at the table. Bebe was swaying slightly and I had a feeling she didn't need to be playing a drinking game.

"We could play coins." I suggested.

"How do you play?"

"Well we need a glass and everyone needs a ten cent coin."

Clyde got a glass and gave it to me, while everyone dug around in their pockets for ten cent coins. Clyde came back with three, and ended up giving one to me, and one to Kenny.

"The idea is to bounce the coin into the glass and if you get it in, you take a shot." I said. "It's pretty easy."

Clyde poured a tray of vodka shots.

"We used to play with Cock-Sucking Cowboys." I said

"Cock-Sucking what!" Everyone at the table yelled.

"Um... Cowboys... although a lot of people called them Heath Ledgers at one stage, but since he...died... they call 'em Jake Gyllenhaals."

"Let me get this straight... there is a drink, in Australia... called a Cock-Sucking Cowboy."

"Yeah... They're like... Irish Cream and Butterscotch Schnapps."

"Aside from the name... they sound alright."

"They are really tasty."

"Well, I hope there is nothing wrong with the traditional vodka."

"Nah, nothing wrong with it."

"You go first, Tracey."

"Ok."

I bounced the coin and immediately got it in and took a shot. Kenny got it in and took a drink as well.

I left after the game had gone around the table a few times. My place was immediately taken by someone else. I walked out of the room, only slightly swaying and found my way into the lounge-room. The couches had been moved to the side and a heap of people were on the floor playing strip poker. I saw Stan and Wendy amongst them and waved.

"Tracey! Come join us!" Wendy said. She had already lost both her shoes and her jacket.

"There's beer in the esky if you want one." Stan said. He had lost his shoes, his socks and his jacket.

I desided I was a little thirsty, so I went to the esky and pulled one out, before sitting on the floor with the other players.

"I can't play poker." I said

"S'all right... s'easy." Kyle said, slurring slightly. He was sitting next to me I had discovered and he was doing worse then Stan. He had no shirt on, as well as no jacket, no shoes and no socks. The other players had all lost various articles of clothing. I had a feeling I wasn't nearly as drunk as Kyle, I definitely knew the game wasn't easy. It was probably how Kyle had ended up how he was, he kept thinking it was too easy.

"Mah... I'll play a few rounds." I said.

Two hours later, I was shivering in my singlet and pants. In fact, the only thing keeping me from dying of the cold was the alcohol in my system. However, having been playing poker, I had only had two beers in the last two hours, and so I felt quite sober still.

"That's it guys. I'm out." I said, standing up and pulling on my clothes again.

"Had enough of losing?" Stan asked, laughing.

"For that I'm taking another beer."

"Help yourself."

After I was fully clothed again, I got another beer and headed out the back, where the source of the music was. I was surprised to see it was only ten, it felt so much later. Out the back a sound system had been set up. It was pretty high tech looking, and people were putting CD's in so they played when the current song finished.

Heaps of people were also out the back dancing. Actually, they were mostly moshing, save a few who were dancing with partners. I saw that Kenny was near the middle with a bottle of beer, spilling it on everyone around him, not that they seemed to care. I took a swig of my own drink, and desided to go dance myself.

I remember very little of the next two hours, but I know that one way or another I ended up covered in beer and moshing right next to a speaker, wedged between Kyle, Kenny and Bebe. I eventually ended up in the pool with half of the party guests. The water must have sobered me up slightly because I remember that when I got out I saw the time was one in the morning. I was surprised by the fact everyone was still going pretty hard. I guess the pool sobered up a lot of people.

Bebe and I went back inside and Wendy met us, once again fully clothed.

"What happened to you two?"

"We went swimming." I said. We had actually been out of the water for a while by that stage so we weren't dripping anymore, we were just slightly damp.

"Of course." She said, nodding as though she should have expected it.

"Attention!" A voice came through the speakers outside with a lot of feedback. We all went outside to see what was going on. Clyde was sitting on a speaker holding a microphone. "Everyone! I just want to say thanks for coming."

There was a general yell of appreciation. I think the whole of our year must have been at the party.

"I love you guys!" Clyde yelled. "Especially you guys on my team! You're great!"

Another yell of agreement.

"And a round of applause for Tracey, because she prank called me last night!"

There was a round of applause and Bebe, Wendy and I laughed.

"Alright, enjoy the rest of your night!" He said and the music came back on.

"Let's do something." Wendy said

"Tracey can't, she is going to play checkers with me." Craig said, grabbing me and dragging me away. On the floor of the living room he had set up a checker board with different coloured drinks. One side blue and the other side green. "I used food colouring."

"Oh." I said.

"I was playing with Kyle but he buggered off somewhere." He offered as an explanation.

"Ah, Ok." I said, lying down on my stomach in front of the board, near the green side. He had soon made me drink one of the shots, which happened to be vodka again. He laughed at me.

"What?"

"It made your tongue green." He said.

I then spent five minutes trying to stick my tongue far enough out to see what colour it was, while Craig rolled around on the floor laughing at me. When we finally got back to playing I got him to drink two of his. His tongue, of course, turned blue. It was my turn to laugh at him as he attempted to look at his tongue.

At that moment, Damian and Maria came through. Damian hit the board on such an angle that it flipped up and all the drinks went over him and Maria. Damian was mostly fine, and none of his clothes were stained, because they were all black. Maria, on the other hand, was wearing a white shirt which had become green and blue. Craig and I, of course, laughed hysterically as she shouted at us, obviously not finding it as funny as us. She pulled Damian with her out of the room, obviously raging.

"I didn't get a chance to tell her its water soluble." Craig said between bouts of laughter. I started to laugh harder, imaging the look on her face if he had said that. When we had both finally recovered we looked at the wreckage of the board and shot glasses. It was a good thing they were made of plastic.

"Want to pretend it wasn't us?" I suggested. Craig nodded and we both leapt up and ran out of the room, and into the lounge-room. The poker cards were all over the floor and instead the chairs were covered in couples doing things which should be done in private.

"Is that Bebe and Clyde?" Craig asked, pointing to one pair making out. I stared at the two and came to the decision he was right.

"Yeah," I said, then, through the fog of the alcohol in my system I realised something. "Isn't Bebe going out with someone?"

"Isn't Bebe going out with everyone?"

I shrugged and looked at Craig.

"Come on." I said turning and walking out of the room, Craig followed after me as we managed to get back to the kitchen. There were several packs of Smirnoff Twisted on the table in every flavour from green apple to black cherry. I picked up a raspberry and popped the lid. Craig beside me picked up a mandarin orange. We stood there for a moment, drinking and watching people come in or out. At a party like this, any drink was fair game.

Suddenly Wendy burst in.

"Tracey, you have to come and see." She said.

I followed her; curious to know what was going on. She and I both ran outside, I can't remember whether or not Craig followed. We got outside and Kyle was wrestling with Stan. Neither of them had their shirts on and they were covered in water, dirt and alcohol.

"Why are they fighting?"

"For the fun of it."

"Then why am I here."

"Isn't Stan hot?" Wendy said, pointing to the shirtless figure rolling in the mud. Suddenly I understood.

I saw a few girls were ogling over the boys as they pushed each other into the dirt and mud. A heap of boys were cheering them on, obviously finding it amusing to see the two best friends fighting like that. Suddenly there was the sound of a police siren.

"Aw shit!" Clyde yelled from nearby "Everyone get out of here!"

It was amazing how fast everyone moved out of the backyard. I was obviously not completely with it because I stood for a second just watching everyone run. When I finally got my act together I made it to the back fence and ran down the street. A few moments later I stopped at the park. Bebe, Craig and Kenny were there, acting innocent.

Craig was sitting on one swing and Bebe was sitting on a steel platform. Kenny was sitting on top of the Monkey Bars drinking the last of his Smirnoff.

"Hey Trace." He said with a lop-sided grin. He looked quite pleased with himself. I was too tired to think about it, and I could feel a hangover coming on.

"Anyone got the time?" I asked.

"Smirnoff o'clock." Kenny said, pulling two out of his pockets. I took the one he offered me and sat down on the other swing.

"That was crazy." Craig said, chugging on his beer.

"Yeah, it was wasn't it?" Bebe agreed taking a mouthful of the sickly pink drink she was carrying. I was surprised it was in a glass still.

I drank half of the Smirnoff in one go. Kenny had climbed down of the monkey bars and was sitting next to Bebe now. I wondered how he had enough co-ordination to get up there in the first place with all the alcohol he had consumed. He and Bebe started talking about something in low voices.

"How many drinks you had tonight?" Craig asked.

"Dunno." I said

"Yeah, me neither."

"I think I had way too many in any case."

"Probably." I looked up at him, surprised to see that he wasn't so hard to focus on.

"I never noticed you had green eyes before." He said. I smiled at him.

Without thinking I found myself moving closer to him, and he was moving closer to me. Suddenly I felt as though my stomach was churning

"Hey Craig?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I am going to chunder."

"Going to what?"

I swung back and vomited on the other side of the swing. That is why you should never mix drinks.

And so ends Chapter Nine. Sorry about the ending... but that is what happens when you mix your drinks. Especially beer. Blargh.

Review please, until the next chapter...

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Peeve