"Oww, I think you broke my pelvis!" Watching herself bent over backwards on the television screen, forehead visibly perspiring from the strain she was under, Hunter cringed as Craig trust his foot into her shin, most likely causing severe, instantaneous bruising. "And my leg... You lied, you're waaaaay better at this than you said!"

Technically, he was better than what Kenny had said, but the boy that defined stoic hadn't been expecting his friend to exactly vouch for his true skill-level, let alone in present company. Kenny, just next to Hunter, watched on in horror as she was completely owned by the other male - she had been a lot better when it was just the two of them. There was no way around the fact that Craig was screwing Hunter sideways. "This is actually hurting me to watch."

Quit? Giving up really wasn't something she could do easily, not when challenged like this, so she had to see it through to the bitter end. Thankfully for the pair of blondes witnessing this one-person gang-rape, the end was near. Mashing down on the shoulder buttons like there was no tomorrow, Craig finished Hunter off with a spectacularly executed X-Ray, ending the assault in an exceptionally gory (the game tweaked so that there was even more gore (and nudity) than usual) Fatality. Victory was still his.

Soundly defeated, Hunter threw the control off to the side, inadvertently clipping Kenny with the hunk of plastic. "That barely counts! I entered that match thinking we were on more equal footing!" Not a good loser when 'tricked', or really at all when competitive games were involved, her temperament was only worsened by nature's kind gift to women everywhere. "It's bullshit!"

"Yeah, yeah, just pass the controller to Tweek." Craig wanted a real challenge, and not being stuck just doing a solid for a friend. Maybe it was an off day for Hunter, or maybe he just really sucked at Mortal Kombat (at least the guy was sucking something), but right now Craig was in a competitive mood, and that wasn't something he could say very often. Well, he didn't show the exact degree very frequently.

Doing as she had been instructed, albeit grudgingly, Hunter reached around Kenny and retrieved the controller, giving it to the other blonde. Growling under her breath - the exact words lost, but it wasn't as if a soothsayer was needed to guess at her meaning - Hunter leaned back against the bed, momentarily resisting the arms wrapping around her shoulders, trying to offer silent comfort. Steamed was putting her mood lightly, and she was perfectly content to remain that way, but Kenny wasn't relenting in his quest.

"Stopit!" Hissing it as one word under her breath, Hunter could appreciate the fact of what he was trying to do and where, but she wanted to rage, to be angry, to hate the world and everyone in it.

Thinking he found an opening, the blonde slipped his arms around her waist instead, since she kept shrugging him off of her shoulders. Not saying a single word, Kenny ignored her thrashing motions - after all of the excruciating deaths he had survived, what were her feeble attempts but gentle petting? - holding tight until he felt her struggle subside, the blaze dimming to a lively ember, but still he held her.

Dammit it all. As much as Hunter was in that 'burn-it-all-down' frame of mind, there was something comforting in Kenny: a kind of friendly presence in an otherwise desolate landscape; the little voice in the back of your head that talks you down; that reluctant feeling that tells you you're doing the right thing, even you would rather be doing the opposite. It was a strange sensation, and although unwelcome, not completely unpleasant. Working like a deep breath in a minor upset, the duration was like putting oneself in time-out, but trapped in the embrace, the edge was eventually dulled.

Yielding to the strange power he had over her, Hunter allowed herself to relax and fall back into Kenny's arms, the calming feeling radiating from the boy washing over her entire being. Hopefully he wouldn't catch on to how much sway he held over the teen, but more than that, she prayed that neither of them would have to figure out where the line was drawn...

Playing more than a couple of rounds, Craig and Tweek looked back over at the other two, both wearing nearly identical expressions of repulsion. "If you two are going to do that, go to my parent's room."

Grinning sheepishly at the idea of fucking around with their friends once again, it was time for the Wonder Twins to rise again! "Thanks for the invitation, but we're comfortable here." Playing kissy-face, the couple took their time to pull the most extravagant and grandiose pantomimes that they could, lips barely actually touching. Disgusted, Craig set his controller aside to pry them apart - a task he found to be quite difficult.

"Nuh-huh, not happening. The only person that gets to have sex in this room is me." And the one time that Kyle and Bebe had bypassed his security during a particularly epic rager, but that wasn't the point here.

Hmph, Craig wasn't nearly so stingy when it had just been the two of them, or even the three of them, so why should it be any different now? "Stop being an asshole."

Really? Seriously? They were back here again? "I'm the asshole? This is my house."

It might have been Craig's house, Kenny conceded that much, but they were guests there, so that meant that they should have been entitled to certain privileges. And anyways, it wasn't like anything was going to happen with Hunter now anyways - probably - and Craig should have known that from earlier conversations. He certainly spent enough time mocking their efforts when they explained the gist of the situation, obviously leaving out the part about Mr. Garrison.

In the heat of the moment, Kenny didn't consider what was about to come out of his mouth before the words had hit the atmosphere. "Jealous that I stopped coming around now that I have a girlfriend?"

"I'm not jealous."

"Girlfriend?" Tweek looked over at Hunter, doing what he did best. "Gah! Don't tell me that this whole time he's been a -?!" Of all the 'crazy' things to come out of his mouth over the years, somehow that one made a lot of sense. He never voiced it out loud before - not even to Craig - but honestly some part of him always found it strange that Craig and Kenny had one of those weird new-age alternative things going on, but the second blonde figured that it had more to do with the fact that they who they were, and little to do with gender. But then Hunter came along, and things changed... Being a girl, those changes would suddenly make a lot more sense...

Why should Craig be jealous? Unless... It was always painfully obvious that Kenny was frightfully experienced - Hunter almost driven to the point of tears when she tried to hazard a private guess as to the exact number - but it had never really crossed her mind that anything had happened with Craig... But that didn't mean it was necessarily a sex thing, because there had been instances in the past where friends would get jealous over one another, and there was never any romantic feeling involved. Yeah, it was nothing. Probably. Hopefully. Oh who the fuck was she trying to kid?

So besides Crenny and Creek, I totally support Crenneek (I have no idea if that's a thing, but that's what I call Craig x Kenny x Tweek), and Team Blonde too (again, not sure if that's a thing, but for me that might sometimes include Thomas too). But yeah, apparently the cat is out of the bag now...

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!