Done with the first part of the evening that Kenny had planned out for his special lady friend, just the first part, there was still more to be done, and given her only somewhat shocking decision, he was quite glad that the night didn't have an end at the dinner. Disappointing as it was to hear her refusal to engage in anything below the lips, he was completely counting on her to keep her word to Mr. Garrison... Fine, the blonde saw the good in their crazy idea, but they were a new couple, so that meant that they should be on each other like tits on a chick; there would be plenty of time for all this later on, when the so-called honeymoon phase was over...
Leaving the Unplanned Parenthood and the not-so-charming waiters behind, the paper rose still held by Hunter, the couple made their way to the community center, where waiting in one of the smaller rooms was a bulky television set strapped to rickety wheels. A picnic blanket had been spread just in front of the screen, the picture complete with a small stack of selectable features on the bottom tray of the tv.
Awed, Hunter sat down cross-legged on the blanket, redundantly patting the space at her side. "You really know what you're doing, don't you?" Seriously, not only did he make her unfit for any other man in the biblical sense, but there was no way that anyone could ever top this date. Although, hopefully there wouldn't be the need for anyone else to ever try.
Thinking of her comment a different way, Kenny was quick on the defensive. "I got the idea from the movies!"
The idea in his mind had not even crossed the girl's, not until he brought it up himself. "I wasn't saying it like that... Why, have you done this before?"
In all honesty, the closest this came to matching any of his other relationships was the one he had with Tammy Warner, but that was only because sex had been put on the table and then jerked off the table before he could grab it. Stupid fucking Disney channel... "No." Seriously, if he had pulled this off before, wouldn't this night have been less of a successful disaster?
Still vaguely suspicious, Hunter decided to let it go for the time being, since she knew that this portion of the night was on the clock, and had already been derailed long enough from her little sideshow. Although, that didn't change the fact that she was still incredibly touchy over that comment. To avert her attention, they both turned towards the stash of tapes waiting for them.
Busty Bubbles 7? Amateur Naughty Nurses? Back Door Sluts 9? Jesus fuck, were these all pornos? "So are they all dirty movies?"
Technically, one was a mini-series that had been edited onto one disc, and there were two or three actual films near the bottom of the heap, but yeah, basically they were all a bunch of pornos. What, he had made the selection before finding out that the muffin shop had been closed for renovations. "So there's no chance that watching one of these will change your mind?"
"I think I'll go check around to see if anyone else has any other viewing materials." Hopping up and scampering off to check for alternate options, Hunter left Kenny mumbling about something or other. Sure, she might have agreed to watch one of those movies under ordinary circumstances, but not while trying to prove a point - it just would have been too tempting.
The first two rooms she passed where completely empty - unless you counted the janitor in one of them - but she struck gold on her third attempt. Walking into a room full of emothpires, the leader standing just near the back by the door, Hunter cringed at the movie being projected for the audience. Mother-fucking Twilight.
Deliberately turning her back to the screen, she addressed the leader directly. "Hi, um my boyfriend and I are having a date-"
Mike Makowski, or "Vampir" as he was sometimes called, looked at the newcomer as if he were a complete retard. "You're having a date in the community center, pre say?"
"Yeah... And we were wondering if maybe you guys had something to watch that we could barrow?" Her eyes flickered momentarily to the screen, and right away she understood exactly how her brother must have felt seeing her naked. "Something that's actually good."
Polite enough, the fangs came out whenever a cross word about his beloved Twilight saga was uttered. "Pardon me? Are you saying that Twilight isn't good?'
A large number of the audience had stopped quoting line-for-line (some even committing to the point that they had matched all the heavy breathing) and had turned as one to stare at the newcomer, just daring him to answer that question. Hunter wasn't afraid of a bunch of pansy fags in plastic fangs, so she answered the question. "Ok, for one thing, the vampire fad has died and Twilight is over, so you can stop embarrassing yourself. For another, Twilight sucks my dead grandmother's balls, taint and all."
There was not a single face that didn't look angry and shocked as if they had just been slapped. Mike glared at Hunter, reaching out, but she was still working with a level of furry herself, so she intercepted and grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm against its natural grain. Kenny might have been more than a match for her, and Tweek even one-upped her, but Hunter wasn't about to lose this match.
Just as he cried out in pain, Mike was released by a third hand, this one over the hater's wrist, albeit gently so. Frowning at Hunter, Kenny made her let go of the pussy in charge. "Hunter. Drop it."
Sniffling, she let go of Mike. "You pussies aren't worth it anyways."
Pussies?! The hell with that! Sick and tired of being labeled such hurtful things, despite doing the same to some of their rival cliques, the vampire kids decided then and there as a collective whole that they would not take this one laying down, vowing that they would strike soon upon this first boy. The second had not insulted them, but he was with the first boy, so if it came down to it, they would not be above involving him.
"Not worth it, per say?" Vampir blinked, "Soon it will be you who isn't worth it." He, along with the rest of the room, began to hiss in a threatening fashion.
Sensing that they were no longer welcome, Kenny and Hunter left the room, wiping flecks of other people's saliva from their faces. Grimacing at the coating she had in particular, Hunter flipped off the room at large, her gesture blocked by the closed door. Kenny, on the other hand, found this entire thing to be quite hysterical and burst out laughing. Taking a step back and thinking about everything that had happened, Hunter joined in.
Going back to their private room, the duo cleaned up, since they had wasted a majority of their time with everything else that night. Helping to fold up the rather sizable blanket, the girl could feel herself blushing as their hands brushed. "I'm sorry for how I acted tonight."
Kenny just shrugged it off. "It's fine."
Shaking her head, the ravenette held back from connecting the final corner, honestly remorseful for her behavior, at least the points that affected him. "It's not though. I was being a complete cunt tonight, and to cap it all off, I just decided to cut you off..." For whatever reason, Hunter thought of the ease and speed in which one turned off a tap. "Everything just happened so quickly, and I wanted to prove that this is more than just sex, that I'm more than just the girl of the week. I guess that a lot just happened all at once, and then this date... So much happened, and you... You created the most wonderful night, and even after I flipped for the six zillionth time, you stuck with it. You stuck with me."
Taking the corner from her hands, for once the blonde wasn't only thinking with his dick. "After we get all of this cleaned up, why don't we just call it a night? We can go over to my place and try out your crazy idea. You're dead meat either way, but at least you can delay it a bit longer."
On one hand, Hunter knew that she really should get home and pay the price, but on the other... Nodding, not entirely trusting her resolve anymore, she agreed. "Alright then."
And the hell-date continues! Before anyone asks - again I laugh - the reason that Kenny didn't have the whole date at the community center is because he didn't have enough to rent it out long enough. ANd besides, going to two different places is just what he had in mind. As if a verbal argument, a bout of fisticuffs, and getting propositioned in the bathroom wasn't enough! Now they move on from an abortion clinic (lovely message right there) to having to select from porn or Twilight, starting a battle with the vamp kids in the process. Sweet. Well maybe if she had picked Back Door Sluts 9, they could have been watching the Lord of the Rings instead. Heh, I can't think of that episode without thinking about Butters humping Kyle - that was great right there.
Emothpires: a word that covers the separate cliques of goth, emo, and vampire-wannabes. Typically used when unsure about which group you're addressing and you don't feel like getting into a pointless talk of confusing and almost non-existing differences.
I do not own South Park, that's all on Matt and Trey, but I do own Hunter and the rest of the Bloodworth clan!