Aaaand now for Tweek's side of the story, now that Craig's drunk off his ass!
Warning, drunken Craig and slight angst. Not as serious as it will be tho
Tweek felt a wave of panic hit him as Craig got up. He promised he wouldn't leave him alone... While he wasn't technically alone, the blond still didn't know Token well enough to strike up a conversation. As the taller boy disappeared into the kitchen, the blond simply sunk into the couch in a dejected way, his shakes starting up again. He was highly considering trying the discarded beverage that Craig left behind- just to take the edge off, of course- when a warm voice bellowed to him from the other side of the couch.
"... Relax man, Craig'll come back." He turned to Token, who shot him a knowing smile. The jet-haired boy seemed to understand that Tweek was panicking quite a bit. This wasn't common, as most people just assumed he was always twitchy... not that they were wrong, but regardless. The blond scratched at his arm a little.
"Nggh- What if he doesn't, though? What if he- erk- passes out? Oh god, what if someone steps on him?" His eyes were wide with terror. Token let out a small chortle.
"He'll be fine. He's not got a very high alcohol tolerance, but he usually has the decency to toddle somewhere safe before passing out. Plus, he'll probably black out before he passes out." Tweek twitched harshly.
"W-what's the difference?" Token pondered the best way to word it before speaking.
"If he passes out, he'll basically be asleep. If he blacks out, the logical part of Craig'll go to sleep, but the idiot Craig stays wide awake. You don't really remember what happens when you're like that, which is why I don't drink anymore." Tweek shrieked in panic.
"Th-that's terrifying!" The taller boy simply nodded in response.
"... Take it from me man, don't start drinking. It's boring, but a hell of a lot safer." The duo managed to keep a good conversation going for quite awhile, keeping the twitchy blond calm and the tall rich kid entertained. Suddenly Tweek jerked his face up, noticing the raven-haired teen was returning. The blond was excited to see he was okay, but something seemed... off. His lanky body swayed a little as he made his way over, his eyes somewhat glazed over; he was drunk off his ass. Craig flopped onto the couch, separating Tweek and Token, who shared a glance. He smelled like smoke.
"Nggh- what the h-hell, man, I thought you quit smoking?" The hurt was prevalent in the younger boy's voice. The raven shook his head a little too dramatically, not seeming to realize his hat was missing, and leaned in against Tweek.
"I did... I just took a draw off Clyde's cig. Nooo big deal..." He wasn't slurring all that much, but he was speaking slowly, even for Craig. Tweek wrinkled his nose a little.
"Didn't Clyde- erk- quit before you?" He twitched again. For once, having the blue-eyed boy close wasn't helping. Token decided to step in on this one.
"Clyde smokes when he drinks... But Clyde also doesn't have a boyfriend who he quit smoking for, so maybe a certain someone should keep away from the Marlboros for the rest of the night." The jet-haired boy definitely didn't think too highly of Craig in this moment and was giving him the stink eye. The drunken mess of a teen seemed none the wiser, wrapping his long arms around the smaller boy's waist and pulling him close. Tweek gasped somewhat and arched his back, not used to this sort of affection from the older teen, but the closeness didn't last long before a perky voice assaulted their eardrums.
"You two, seven minutes in heaven time!" The blond turned to the source of the voice- Lola. Despite making Clyde throw this party in exchange for being his date, the two didn't seem to go near each other the entire party, seeing as most of the boys fled into the kitchen to do who-knows-what. Tweek shuttered. When they were sober and discussing the 'plan' of what they'd do if they got chosen for the game, it all seemed simple: go in, kiss until the door was closed for sure, then talk or whatever until the timer went off. Now, the blond was more concerned with how long Craig could go without passing out or puking. Nonetheless, this is one of the things that made it a 'makeout party', so Tweek presumed they should play along. The older boy, even when black-out drunk, still took the lead and practically pulled the smaller boy into the closet. There they were once again, knee-to-knee and facing each other. Whoever set up for the party had hung string lights in the closet, which seemed odd to Tweek- why would they need to see? His thoughts were interrupted by a hand on his leg. He felt his cheeks heat up as his eyes followed the hand to Craig, then up to his face; he looked oddly smitten.
"... Craig?" Tweek's voice sounded almost weak from surprise. The older boy sniggered somewhat. He was only about a foot away from the blond's face.
"Yeees?" His face drew a little closer. He definitely smelled like booze, but not tequila like before... Probably beer, but there was a distinct minty smell. Maybe even just Craig's toothpaste, but it was a welcome change from the smoke and alcohol. When he didn't get a response, he tilted his head to the side. "... Wanna make out, Tweekers?" Tweek twitched harshly again as his face turned a distinctive red. He was mortified... yet somewhat relieved he asked instead of just doing it. Self-control was the number one reason the blond was nervous around drunk people.
"Nggh... A-are you wanting to?" Something felt wrong about this. He wanted to, but Craig was drunk... Yet again, he's the one who wanted to come to this party. If he wouldn't remember this tomorrow, and they didn't do anything crazy, it'd probably be fine. The older boy let out a husky chuckle before filling in the gap between their lips. The pressure from Craig's snakebites seemed to snap Tweek back into reality. The gentle scraping was something the blond had gotten used to, so it was an enticing, familiar feeling that caused him to give in to the kiss. Tweek couldn't help but savor this closeness- He loved Craig's scent.
Suddenly a quick, wet sensation met the blond's lips and his eyes shot open. Had he imagined that, or was Craig licking his lips? The answer soon became apparent as the action repeated several times. His curiosity overcoming his nerves, Tweek finally gave in and parted his lips slightly, just long enough for Craig to notice the opening and slip him the tongue. The feeling was something he definitely hadn't experienced before, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He even tasted like alcohol. Despite this, however, the blond didn't consider any of this particularly unpleasant and let his eyelids flutter shut, letting Craig take over.
Craig's tongue explored every inch of Tweek's mouth, and eventually the blond's mind clouded over. It was torture. He adored this feeling, but he knew none of it was real. There was no way Craig had any sort of feelings for him, he'd said numerous times he was straight. He claimed that Tweek had ruined his chances with any of the girls in class once they staged their initial 'breakup.' To the blond, it wasn't a matter of if Craig wanted to break up so he wouldn't be weighed down by the twitchy teen- it was a matter of when he'd do it. He suddenly felt Craig's lips leave his so he opened his eyes, peering up at him. Even in the dim lights, he could tell the raven looked almost horrified. The younger boy immediately scrambled to think of what he'd done wrong, searching the raven's pale face.
"... You're crying." As if reading Tweek's thoughts, the older boy reached out and smeared the tears off of the blond's cheeks. Tweek copied this action; he hadn't even noticed he'd started tearing up, but sure enough he was.
"I-it's nothing- erk- my e-eyes are just watering..." Craig's expression seemed almost stern, his gaze directed fiercely into Tweek's eyes.
"If something's wrong, tell me." He was still speaking slowly, but the earlier affectionate tone of his voice had vanished. It was physically impossible that he'd sobered up in that short amount of time, so Tweek could only assume this sudden seriousness was another quirk of a drunken Craig. The blond wanted to sound as assertive as Craig, but failed miserably as his voice came out in a weak mewl.
"... I'll tell you when you're sober, but you didn't do anything wrong." This wasn't simply a tactic to avoid the inevitable- he really needed to have a serious talk with Craig about how long he wanted to keep this up. Tonight, however, the raven in question was swaying in place despite sitting down and likely wouldn't remember a word of this tomorrow. Regardless, Craig seemed to accept this as an answer and lightened up a little.
"I'll hold you to that, Tweekers..." He stood up, holding his hand out to Tweek. Taking it and allowing himself to be helped up, the twitchy blond stared at his boyfriend questioningly.
"A-are we leaving?" Craig smiled and let out another chuckle.
"I think they forgot about us... We've been in here for awhile, I think." Sure enough, by the time they left the closet the rest of the party seemed to have cleared. Token was absent and the only person left in the living room was a sleeping Nichole on the couch. Like a man on a mission, Craig escorted Tweek up the stairs.
"Ngggh... Where're we going?" Though he trusted sober Craig with his wellbeing, he didn't trust drunk Craig all that much. He could barely walk in a straight line.
"Clyde's bed." He said it very casually, as if not realizing the implications. The blond, on the other hand, wasn't one to take it so lightly.
"Wh-what? Jesus Christ, what're you planning?" Tweek couldn't help jumping to conclusions, it was in his nature. Craig, though normally irritated by this, began laughing like a fool.
"Sleeping, you big baby... My folks don't care that I drink, but they don't want me going home and scaring Tricia." The blond immediately calmed down somewhat. No matter how drunk he was at the moment, he at least still sounded like himself. The blond had always assumed alcohol turned you into some parallel universe form of yourself.
"... What about Clyde?" Craig simply shrugged the thought off, arriving at the brunette's door.
"It's a big bed." Tweek sighed. Expecting logical answers seemed like a stretch, so he simply prayed that Clyde wouldn't get mad. They opened the door to reveal a familiar jet-haired figure tucking the brunette into bed. Token definitely was the mom of their group... His hazel eyes drifted to meet the duo.
"... That's one less angsty teen I have to play babysitter with." He chuckled, motioning to a very cozy looking Clyde. "Found this guy crying in the middle of the kitchen floor, and you know what he says? 'I forgot I was here with Lola and now she's gone'." Tweek couldn't help but giggle at the brunette's expense a little. Despite how much their personalities clashed, Clyde had really grown on him- which was fortunate, since he and Craig were best friends. Craig, on the other hand, had his eyes set on the free end of the brunette's bed and bypassed their taller friend. He flopped on the bed, over the covers, pulling Tweek on top of him. The blond couldn't tell if this was purposeful or just a lack of motor skills, but he knew for a fact wasn't comfortable in the position; as such, he tugged free of Craig and allowed himself to fall into the gap between the drunken boys. Token let out an uneasy chuckle at the sight.
"... You've got my number, Tweek- if you need me, don't be afraid to call." The blond simply gave a weak nod and Token left, likely to take Nichole and himself home. His words echoed in the paranoid blond's head. He was emotionally exhausted, nervous, anxious... Being sandwiched was not helping his nerves. Almost like he sensed Tweek's distress, Craig turned to face him in his sleep and yanked the blond closer, mashing his head into his chest. Not particularly a gentle guy, but The younger boy didn't mind in this moment. The smell of mint, booze and smoke mingled, Craig was breathing down the back of his neck and Clyde's snoring sounded similar to the noise makers his parents bought him to 'help him sleep'. The mixture of these things overwhelmed the tired boy's senses, and he somehow managed to relax enough to close his eyes. Even though it took him ages to fall asleep (like usual), there was something oddly calming about the situation he now found himself in- so when he fell asleep, he was able to sleep like a rock until morning.