Revenge

Shock is an odd thing, and there are so many ways to deal with it. Fainting, blacking out, falling over, stumbling over your words, staring in awe, just generally staring; etc. But Kenny did an amazing thing, that most people don't do when shocked.

He laughed. Hard.

Kyle stood there, covering his legs as he walked closer to Kenny and shoved his hand over the laughing boy's mouth. Kenny snickered into his hand, licking the boy's open palm and watching as Kyle wrenched his hand away in disgust, wiping it on his skirt.

"Don't lick me!" He growled.

Kenny continued to snicker, holding his stomach and looking at the boy. Finally allowing the laughter to die down, Kenny breathed in and out slowly, a small snort before he looked very seriously at the new Raisin's waitress. Of course, Kyle looked quite stunning; and even Kenny had mistook him for a girl.

Kenny moved slightly, looking over the bar and turning Kyle around, checking out his backside in the skirt. Kyle blushed and turned quickly, tugging his skirt nervously as he blushed, biting his bottom lip and looking at the floor to his right. Kenny smirked.

"Well, well, well.." Kenny purred, leaning his chin back on the palm of his hand as he had before Kyle walked in and suprised the hell out of him. Kyle glared at him, a blush still obvious on his cheeks as he weakly attempted to look angry. Kenny smiled slightly, reaching out one hand and curling Kyle's hair around his finger, chuckling. "This sure is embarassing for you, Kylie." He teased, using a girly name to patronise the other.

"No shit," Kyle muttered, not moving back as Kenny continued to twirl his hair with a smile. Kyle looked down at the floor, biting his bottom lip and sighing softly. "I didn't expect you to work.. here." Kyle stated honestly.

Kenny grinned, "Me? Of course. Hot chicks, free booze, a lot of money. Hell yeah, Kylie, this is exactly the place for me," His face contorted in fake pain and hurt, "But I'm absolutely hurt that you wouldn't think of me, and you've known me most of your life." Kenny grinned, stroking the boy's hair.

Kyle shifted away from him, leaning against the bar, his skirt rising slightly. Kenny looked down to it and then to his legs, smirking to himself. "If you were a chick," He tutted, reaching and slapping the back of Kyle's leg teasingly.

Kyle jolted and moved back away from Kenny, glaring at him before his eyes twinkled in fear. "Ken." He stated seriously, "Y-You have to keep this between us? No one needs to know! If my mom found out, she'd kill me.."

Kenny whistled slightly, "Keep a secret from Mrs. Broflovski?" Kenny said with a smirk, "I couldn't do that, she's such a lovely woman!" Kenny grinned and pulled Kyle back toward the bar. "Now, now.. I think there has to be a little something in this for moi if I don't say anything.. Mm?" Kenny teased.

Kyle's eyes widened.

"You're - blackmailing me?!" He yelped. Kenny tutted, shaking his finger in Kyle's face and patting his nose with a smirk.

"Nah," He said softly, "I'm just getting revenge," He replied.

Kyle's eyebrow raised up his head slightly in confusion. "Revenge?" He questioned, looking at the boy up and down. Kenny's smirk widened as he poked the other boy's forehead.

"Off with you, Kylie, you have a job to do," Kenny told him, nodding toward the door where customers were coming in. Kyle shivered to himself and watched as Kenny walked to the other end of the bar to talk to a teenager coming over. Kyle blushed and walked away.

Kenny watched Kyle walk away, keeping his eyes on the boy's ass as he chuckled to himself. The teenager followed his eye path at Kyle's skirt and nudged Kenny. "She's got a fine ass on 'er." The boy slurred, grinning.

Kenny turned to the boy and smirked. "Too bad though, ain't it?"

The teenagers boy's eyebrows raised in questioning as Kenny handed him a glass of vodka. He took a sip slowly and watched the older boy. Kenny let his smirk change into a tiny smile. "Bad?" The boy repeated questioningly.

Kenny brought a wet glass to his hand and dried it with a cloth, watching the teenager and grinning. "Ain't ya heard?" He asked in a Southern accent. The teenager's eyes narrowed in confusion at Kenny's expression. "Kylie's got a boyfriend."

Well shit.

Kenny frowned at his own words. He wasn't going to say that so -

"What people don't know, won't hurt 'em," The boy stated with a grin. Kenny nodded silently, his eyes narrowed to himself.

"True," He replied in his normal voice, "But Kylie ain't that sorta person, Kylie's got a soft spot for the people h- she already knows," Kenny said honestly with a shrug.

The teenager sighed, sitting on the stool and turning to Kenny, but their eyes were on Kyle who was leant against a person with a devilish smile on his glossy lips. Kenny smiled softly at Kyle's confidence and turned back to the cup he was drying.

"You know 'er?" The boy asked, his own Southern accent coming on strong. Kenny shrugged, placing the cup down and leaning against his palm.

"Suppose so," He said softly, "She ain't a big talker, always gettin' into arguments with her friends.. We've been friends a long time, but at the same time..." Kenny trailed off as Kyle turned to look at him, smiling, but warning him with his eyes. Kenny grinned.

"Ya ain't close?" The boy finished for him.

Kenny looked down at him with a smile, "Guess so," He replied honestly. "Great kid though," He told the other, "Why don't you go talk to her?" He encouraged. The boy grinned and shook his head, brushing his hand through black hair.

"She ain't my type.."

Kenny frowned, "She's not your type?" He repeated. "How?"

Kyle was anyone's type. He had something about him, an innocent streak that hid the hatred he could hold so easily against anyone. He had that smile, and that glare that could make women and men melt; or animals scurry in fear. Kyle looked both beautiful as a boy and a woman.

Kyle had a nice ass. Kyle had a nice everything.

"Ya know," The boy muttered, "She got that streak about 'er that ya don't wanna get involved in.." The boy shrugged, "I'll go see what I can get outta 'er though, see if she likes it - " The boy turned with a wink, " - Rough."

Kenny's stomach curled slightly at the words and a growl escaped his lips, "Don't fuck hi-..her around.." He muttered, turning away from the boy who got up and walked over to Kyle. Kenny turned, watching Kyle as he turned and looked at the boy, batting his eyelashes and stroking the boy's chest.

Kenny groaned and whistled for Mercades, "Can I take a break?" He asked her softly. Mercades nodded, looking around and dragging the boy out back as she called someone to take his place for a while.

- - -

"Why are you out here?"

Kenny turned to Kyle's voice, watching the boy lean against the wall beside him. He looked at the cigarette in Kyle's fingers and smirked, "Wow," He muttered, "Miss Perfect smokes too? Hell of a lot of things your mother don't know about you.." He said softly.

Kyle frowned, "What do you want from me, Ken, really?"

Kenny shrugged simply.

"We have our tests soon, right?" He asked. Kyle frowned, taking a drag of his cigarette and exhaling the smoke into the air. He threw the cigarette down and stomped on it with an orange heel; shrugging.

"I guess," He muttered, "What are your tests?" He asked, looking at the poor boy.

Kenny pushed himself off of the wall, over to Kyle who leant by the door. He moved over the boy, pressing his knee between the other's legs and smirked down at him; his hand resting beside Kyle's curls. "I want your help," He said softly, "You're going to help me study for these exams. It's as simple as that.." Kenny told him.

Kyle nodded softly, pushing the other away, "Alright.. Deal." He muttered, frowning and looking down at his heels. Removing one, Kyle gave a small groan, "How do they do it, Kenny?" He muttered more to himself.

Kenny shrugged.

"Sluts can strut," He said with a grin, "..So you can't?"

Kyle frowned - though humour filling his eyes. "So teach me then," He joked, placing his shoes back on and stumbling back inside with Kenny.