Apologies for the much shorter chapter- this scene is actually broken up in two parts,
Craig's POV (Party) and Tweek's POV (Torture). The latter will be much longer, I promise!
It was finally time for what Craig had been anticipating: Clyde's party. Though it was a makeout party, Craig was in it for the booze and hanging out with the guys; not to mention, it was an oddly exciting concept to take Tweek to one of his first real parties. The twitchy blond was currently in the passenger seat of Craig's Honda, wearing a rather fetching pastel-themed outfit. Light colors matched him incredibly well, something his now boyfriend had to drill into him when he first made his transition into teenage fashion. He wanted loose, drab clothing the likes of the which he wore in elementary school. The taller boy looked down to his date once they made it back into his own driveway.
"... You're sure it won't freak you out if I drink?" Tweek shot him a small, teasing smile and shook his head.
"I-I'll make sure to keep my phone's camera on you in case you get shitfaced." Craig couldn't help but chuckle. Tweek's gotten so brave around him.
"And if I pass out?" The blond seemed to contemplate this before giving a surprisingly deadpan expression.
"... Hand in warm water. Still on camera." This warranted a short laugh from the icy boy.
"So cruel, Tweekers... What if I flirt with other guys?" Craig wasn't sure if he imagined the short falter in Tweek's smile before he continued.
"Nggh... Th-the whole school already thinks you cheated on me with that goth kid Michael, do you really wanna make that reputation worse for yourself?" Damn. Ready for anything.
"Fine, fine, I'll behave," Craig claimed with a tone of false reluctance. He shot the blond another smile before getting out of the car, dashing over to the passenger side so Tweek had no choice but to have his door held open for him. This garnered a middle finger from the lanky boy. He'd picked this up when he spent the evening with the Tucker family. They were all flipping each other off as they tended to do as they conversed, and Craig was expecting Tweek to panic over what most considered a hateful and obscene gesture. Instead, he simply cracked a smile and joined in, the look on his face resembling a kid who just knows what he's doing is wrong. Craig was so proud.
As per the usual, their hands were magnetized together the moment Tweek was on two feet. The raven led the duo into the increasingly deafening abode. Though there were very few cars on the property, it seemed like most everyone was there; this could be due to practically everyone in South Park besides Tweek, Token and a few others living on the same street. It was a quiet mountain town after all. Craig would've just walked over as well, considering as they live directly next door to each other, but being a good 'boyfriend' meant retrieving your twitchy blond so you could arrive together in 'style'. Not that Craig minded whatsoever.
Shaking the thought off, the raven finally opened the door, breathing in the sweet scent of booze and smoke that radiated out of the house. Clyde was a try-hard, and it really showed at his parties in the best way. Not two feet into the main room, the duo were pounced by a very tipsy brunette.
"... Clyde, the fuck'd you come from?" Craig made no effort to free himself, but Tweek didn't seem particularly happy about being touched. Clyde had a large, doofy grin on his face.
"I was watching for you guys!" He stumbled over his words slightly, but otherwise wasn't particularly hard to understand. He reeked of tequila, causing the blond to wrinkle his nose. Craig decided to ignore his friend's clingy habits for a moment.
"Where's Token? I saw his car out front." Before the brunette could even form a proper sentence, another voice spoke up.
"Over here, man." all three turned to Token, who was spread across the couch with a noticeably lackluster expression. He wasn't one to drink, so he not only became the designated driver for those who couldn't walk home- namely his girlfriend Nichole and himself, maybe Kenny if he got drunk enough- he was also 'designated mom' in their group. He generally spent any parties they had drinking soda, listening to music, coddling Clyde when he inevitably got shot down by some girl, and ready to deal with any poor soul who passed out somewhere besides a bed. Several occasions, admittedly, that was Craig. He chuckled to himself. There was only one reason Token came to these parties: he was a good guy.
"Mind if we join you while we're still sober, man?" Token's insipid expression soon lightened as he made room for the duo on the couch. The three chatted casually for quite awhile, Craig nursing some pungent margarita Jason had mixed. He had some sort of dream to be a mixologist, but mixing too much tequila with lukewarm margarita mix can't really be considered mixing... At least not in Craig's view. He'd offered to make something for Tweek as well, but the lanky boy quickly declined. A considerably amount of time passed before the excitable brunette wobbled over to the group again. He'd clearly consumed quite a bit more alcohol since their last encounter as his footing seemed to have gotten more unsteady.
"Craig, man, you gotta come over here!" The raven shot him a questioning glance, never trusting drunk Clyde's judgment; however, he kept motioning to the kitchen in an insistent way, prompting Craig to finally give in. He turned to Tweek as he stood up, an uneasy smile on his face.
"I'll be back, babe. Keep 'im safe, Token." He noticed the lost expression on the blond's face, but he definitely didn't want him getting intimidated by the other partygoers and having a panic attack. Upon following his brunette friend, he discovered the reason Clyde was so persistent (as well as how Clyde was suddenly so hammered): he wanted Craig to do a kegstand. He'd done one the last time they'd attended a party together, but that was different... The raven was much, much more inebriated. He pondered the idea of likely humiliating himself in front of a group of all his friends for a second time that year, but eventually cracked a smile.
"... If you want me to do this, give a guy a couple more shots of tequila first." There was a short burst of cheering from the minut audience that were in the kitchen, consisting of Clyde, Kenny, Butters and a few other kids he didn't pay much attention to. The last thing the raven remembered was downing several drinks, and being lifted onto the keg by who he assumed was probably Kenny as Clyde was barely able to stand on his own. After that, full blackout.