"Whadda want?" Finally at the front of the gleaming glass counter, a freckly girl of about nineteen looked at Kenny and Hunter, hassled and frazzled by the hecklers in front of them. Looking over at her current customers as they placed an order for a large popcorn and a cherry Icee, a pack of Twizzlers and a large Pepper, the girl thought that it was sweet that they would be so open in public. Taking the money from Hunter, she spared what was left of her courtesy on them. "You're both so brave! God bless you for not hiding your love."

"Sorry?" Taking the Dr. Pepper, Hunter passed it back to Kenny, who took it gratefully. Neither of them got what the girl behind the counter was getting at. Sure, they had both heard the comment that they looked like a couple, but they failed to grasp what made them so brave about it. If they actually were a couple, which they weren't. Probably. To Hunter's knowledge.

Ignoring the fact that this could have lost her her job had she not made special arrangements with her boss after hours, the cashier pressed her point. "It's so refreshing to see a gay couple taking a stand for their relationship! And to show up together at a sporting event... Surrounded by a bunch of hicks that probably want to kick your ass during half time no less! You guys have some monster balls alright."

Da fuck?! Free boobing it, Hunter wasn't even wearing the corset under her shirt at this point - a fact that Kenny was rather pleased to see - so there was no hiding the fact that she had tits. She trust out her chest to demonstrate the fact. "I'll have you know that I'm not a boy!"

Standing together, did they really look like a couple? Hearing that from a different perspective than Hunter had, Kenny was quite frankly taken aback that the cashier thought they were an item. Yeah, Hunter was leaning against him, but they could have been mistaken for siblings the way that her body was resting against his. But if that was what a stranger thought when they looked at them, what would their friends think? If they hadn't been standing so close, would they still have gotten the same response?

Interrupting her before she could continue on with the tirade she undoubtedly had building up inside, Kenny addressed the cashier directly. "Just because my girlfriend looks one of those gay emo guys with an unusually long neck-" Hunter grabbed her throat self-consciously at those words, "-that doesn't give you the right to pick on her for it."

Muttering an apology with a red face, the cashier kind of threw their stuff at them so they could go. "...I didn't know that that was a chick... Not my fault if all those guys are so effeminate..."

Taking their beverages and snacks - Hunter with a Medusa-esque death glare at being mistaken for a boy when her breasts were all but on display - Kenny led gimpy away from the line of oglers, most of whom where rather curious to get a glimpse of the boy-girl that had started shouting before her date had stepped in to diffuse the situation. Still fuming, the female carried on her rant all the way to the stands, where their friends were waiting in their seats. More than once, the words 'lawsuit', 'discrimination', 'sue', and 'fucking bitch' came out of her mouth.

"Good thing we didn't hold our breath." Kyle, sitting in the middle so that he could figure out if he had to play buffer later, saw that Hunter was glowering about something or other, while Kenny was just shaking his head behind her back as she ranted it out. In spite of her being pissed off about something, they didn't look mad at each other, so Kyle took that as a good sign.

[South Park]

On the road once more, Kyle at the wheel as he recounted a detailed, blow-by-blow account of the game that wasn't even semi-necessary, the so-called Wonder Twins sat in the back seat without even bothering to claim shotgun, heads bent together as they whispered back and forth. Originally, they had started out in that position just to look guilty to screw with Stan and Kyle. Hmph, that'd teach 'em to give them condescending nicknames that served only to encourage their more mischievous sides.

Now seated in the opposite place they had started the journey in, Hunter leaned over and murmured so only Kenny could hear her. "Hey, wanna fuck with with 'em some more?" More meaning that every time the other team had scored, they would hiss and jeer at Kyle, and every time that their team made a basket, they would poke him in random places. Hunter had tried to include Stan, but he barely responded, so their only real target was Kyle, who learned on that day to never sit between the Wonder Twins again.

Always up for a good laugh (especially when said laugh was a friend's expense), there was no need to twist any arms. Hands thrown over his mouth to prevent any lip-reading from the front, the blonde muttered back conspiratorially, "What did you have in mind?"

Grinning evil as any villain with a classic mustache and monocle combination, she revealed the master plan. "We're going to keep whispering back and forth until one of them asks us what we're planing."

"That is..." Kenny broke into a matching smirk. "The best idea ever!" They both failed to account for the fact that between driving and talking to himself, Kyle would barely notice what they were up to, and Stan might as well have been a sack of potatoes. "So, what do we talk about while we wait?"

Damn it all, she hadn't thought that far ahead... Although, ever since roughly half-way through the game, there was one thing that had occurred to her, but it was something that would only push her luck. And knowing her own luck, it would most certainly be for the worst. "I dunno, you go first."

Seriously, was she still pretending that he couldn't see right through her bullshit? Well, whatever. He had a hunch about what was on her mind this time, and it wasn't exactly a topic he cared to pursue himself, so he played along. "There's always that pop quiz LeMerchand keeps threatening us with."

That suggestion was so off-hand, Hunter figured out his play almost as soon as he decoded hers. Honestly, in what universe does Kenny McCormick bring up school, unless it was a distraction for his more studious friends? And really, it was French class to boot! No one in their grade took that class very seriously. "LeMerchand is never going to do it. Mark my words, the only time we'll have a test is when we have time to prepare ourselves."

She probably had him there. It wasn't like he cared much anyways, since any available elective was better than shop class. He had already died that way before, and while none of his deaths were particularly savory, that one had been especially painful. Granted, that may have had something to do with the fact that he knew it was coming the entire time.

"Terrance and Phillip might have a reunion show soon." Because that wasn't a baseless rumor that had had been circulating for years.

With stimulating conversation such as this, it was no wonder that an earlier comment of Kenny's had been pushed completely from their minds. Seriously, there was no way that Hunter in particular wanted to just buckle and ask if he had really meant it. Being so capable of self-control, she asked something unrelated entirely. "So, about earlier..." The thought of a human muzzle didn't cross the female's mind at all, "Did you mean it?"

Fucking fish dicks. Just about to open his mouth to reply, Kenny was saved having to answer that question by an angel of mercy. Or Kyle. But whatever, Kenny wasn't picky about what form the angel took, so long as he was spared having to solve that inquiry. Obviously it was inevitable that he would have to come clean with Hunter and have this talk, but the blonde really didn't want to have to address it sooner than he had to...

"Hey," Kyle had noticed them only for how quiet they were being, and for how long the silence - technically low hiss - had seemingly lasted. "What are you two up to back there?"

Feigning innocence, they both looked at their chauffeur, Hunter with a prolonged eye at her back seat companion. As much as she wanted to have her answers, this was her idea to begin with. "Nothing." In order to distract herself, she took it a step further. "Jesus weeping fuck, why do we always have to be doing something?!"

Kyle answered flatly, having his childhood friend in mind more than the new kid. "Because you're you."

So this was another double release. Took long enough... Anyways, I had to make sure that everything gelled, so that's why it happened this way. But seriously, so many possibilities...

I do not own South Park, that's all on Matt and Trey, but I do own Hunter and Avery!