A/N: Let's wrap this party up! This chapter was fun to write, hope you all enjoy and like it...

While pouring Butters and Cartman's drinks Token glanced over at Kyle and Kenny. "Did you two want what you had earlier or something different?"

"Same thing," Kenny said quietly.

"Yeah, that's fine with me, too," Kyle said. He realized that he probably should go with beer as wine usually had higher alcohol content but it was usually easier to nurse wine than beer. Usually. After his conversation with Kenny, the whole bottle of wine sure looked tempting. He was feeling out of place amongst his friends, he usually skipped out on parties in favor of studying. Sure, he'd gone to one bonfire with Stan and one party because his best friend had roped him into it, but it usually wasn't his scene and his mother sure wouldn't be thrilled if she ever caught on. He wondered what was going through Kenny's mind. Did he feel totally out of place, too? Or did it just not faze him whether he was or not?

Token grinned at Kenny. "I'm guessing Stan got you to try the vodka?" he asked, pulling out the bottle he kept around for his dark haired friend. He and Stan had spent more than a few nights wasted. Kenny nodded and let Token pour some in his cup. He then began refilling Kyle's wine. Kenny sipped his drink watching Token carefully pour the wine. Cartman had wandered off to join the others, but Butters remained, patiently waiting.

Kenny finally worked up the nerve to speak to Token. "Hey, did that other guy wake up then?" he asked timidly suddenly feeling much more vulnerable than he usually did in front of others. Sure, Stan and even Cartman might have witnessed his troubling emotions but no one else really had.

Token gave him a quick glance, surprised, but his hand remained steady on the wine bottle which he generously poured into Kyle's solo cup. Kyle was sure he must have gotten an eight ounce pour at the very least instead of the standard four ounce pour. Token looked like he wanted to keep pouring but thought better of it as the cup had filled nearly to the top. Token put the cork back in the bottle upside down, the wine stained half of the cork sticking out. He looked over at Kenny.

"Yeah, man, I wouldn't have had Craig get you guys if he hadn't. They left. They all did. He was fine."

"I'm sorry to have caused a scene," Kenny apologized.

Token shook his head and shrugged. "Those guys were being total assholes. From what I heard, they initiated it. Don't worry about it." Token smiled at Kenny. "I'm just glad you're here man, it means a lot, believe me!"

Kenny offered a weak smile in return. "Thanks," he said feeling a bit ecstatic at hearing that other people had actually stuck up for him and the others telling Token who had started the fight. It didn't change the fact that he was the source of the fight but still he felt relief. It was hard not to when faced with Token's earnesty. It reminded him very much of Stan who had the habit of being just as earnest.

"Don't sweat it, man, seriously," Token insisted.

"Yeah, it wasn't your fault, Kenny," Butters offered up, grinning from behind his lemonade. Kenny started to reply but Butters cut him off, "Uh-uh, nope, you do not need to apologize to me! Come on, fellas!"

"Yeah, let's go meet the others," Token said as well, waving them forward, falling into step with Butters. Kenny and Kyle started to follow at a slower pace.

"They are right you know," Kyle said quietly. "It really wasn't your fault." Kenny said nothing and they didn't get another chance for a private conversation the rest of the evening for which both were grateful.

Kenny was rapt with attention as he was shown new consoles he'd never played. Cartman had one of the latest but Token had all the latest which included a virtual reality set. They took turns with the headsets as they couldn't do more than four players at one time in the room. They got online and invited people to join their server from other parts of the world. They played well into the night. No one was happier than Stan who heard Kenny burst into sincere bouts of laughter more than once, his face lighting up and his eyes shining with amusement and maybe even happiness. The best had definitely been when they were among the ones left out and watched the four players together; Butters accidentally killing his teammates on more than one occasion, sputtering apologies. Kyle had also floundered having Cartman on a one man mission to do nothing but kill him and when everyone turned on Cartman, it had been hilarious to see and hear him so riled up. Craig consistently did the best with little effort. Tweek had to quit suddenly as he was having multiple bouts of anxiety. They played on until around three in the morning. Tweek had conked out and Butters fell asleep while still having a headset on. Craig shook his head and easily lifted his partner up and headed to a room. Butters was gently woken up and he stumbled to a room. Everyone but Kyle and Kenny were familiar with the upstairs rooms of Token's mansion.

"I guess we can head upstairs," Stan said, helping Token put up his game system away after the group had finished and started to disburse.

"Yeah, we've got plenty of empty rooms up there," Token said agreeably. He looked over at the other three. "You guys are staying, right?"

Kyle shrugged. He certainly didn't plan to sneak back into his house at three in the morning and he'd already told his mother he was at Stan's anyway. "Sure."

"No, we're going home," Cartman said nonchalantly.

Token and Stan were stunned into complete silence for a couple of minutes.

"You're going home, Cartman?" Token asked in disbelief. "Usually I can't get you out of my place for like three days after a party."

"Yeah, I've already seen everything there is to see here," was the cheeky response. Kyle and Stan each exchanged an uneasy look both realizing the show was for Kenny's sake. It didn't take long for Token to catch up. He looked over at the blonde.

"What about you, Kenny?" he asked. "You know you can stay even if he doesn't want to."

Kenny was quick to shake his head. "No, I'm good."

Token tried not to look hurt. "It's up to you guys," he said.

"I just-I just" Kenny stumbled for the right words as he tried to apologize. Token shook his head.

"No, man, don't worry about it. Next time, okay?"

Relief and gratitude shone in Kenny's eyes. "Yes, next time," he agreed.

Token turned to Stan and Kyle. "You two are staying though, right?"

"Yeah."

"Yup."

"Okay, losers, good night," Cartman waved at them before flipping them off. "See ya in school Monday."

"Bye guys." Kenny also waved at them as he followed Cartman towards the front doors.

"Be careful!" Stan called after them suddenly filled with anxiety at the thought of the two of them walking home alone after three in the morning. It wouldn't bother him except so many of Karen and especially Kevin's old friends seemed out to get Kenny.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Cartman waved his hand in the air, not really concerned. Kenny turned back to offer a sincere smile to Stan.

"We will be," Kenny assured him before turning back to catch up with Cartman. The two were well out of earshot before anyone said anything again, working on separating cords and placing things back in order; Token's parents preferred for their house to stay clean.

"Kenny must really have some trouble sleeping if he'd rather sleep at Cartman's than here," Token voiced his thoughts with a shake of his head. "Man, I feel bad for that guy." The revelation seemed to really hit Stan hard as he remembered Kenny not wanting to stay with anyone at the start of the school year.

"Really? You think that's why he doesn't want to stay anywhere else?" He turned to look at Token and Kyle when he got no answer. Both were giving him looks of incredulity. "What?"

"You knew Cartman was full of shit, right?" Kyle asked carefully. He had been so sure Stan knew their crazy friend was putting on a show for Kenny's sake.

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean that the reason is that Kenny's having nightmares." Stan defended himself. It did seem obvious now but he never would have known. Maybe that was why he was sometimes considered oblivious.

"I mean it could be something else," Token offered. "Trouble sleeping doesn't always mean nightmares. I guess we can't really know unless we ask Kenny but he's kind of….. intimidating."

Kyle nodded. "Yeah, I don't think he means to be, but he does come off as that. And enigmatic."

Token was quick to agree. "Totally."

Stan nodded slowly. He couldn't disagree. "Yeah," he said finishing off his last drink.

"You two can grab any room upstairs," Token told them. "Except my parents room obviously. It's locked so I doubt you'll stumble in there. I'm heading to bed myself. It's been a day. Feel free to have whatever for breakfast if you're up before me. I'm probably sleeping until like three this afternoon."

Stan laughed. "Yeah, I'll probably be up around then, too."

Kyle shook his head. "I have to be up earlier but I'll be fine." It was true, he'd stayed up late more than once studying and had been able to wake up a few hours later with little effort. Token nodded and left the two to themselves. Stan made to leave the room but Kyle stopped him.

"Wait, Stan." He figured it would be best to ask while it was early morning and he still had some liquid courage in his gut. Stan stopped and quirked his eyebrows waiting for his best friend to continue. Kyle thought carefully before voicing his question. "Stan, is there something going on with you and Kenny?"

Confusion was clear in Stan's expression. "Huh?" He asked. Kyle stared at his friend in disbelief.

"Seriously, Stan, are you really that clueless?"

"What do you mean?" Stan asked feeling like an idiot. Of course, he was thrilled when Kenny was happy but wasn't everyone else, too?

"Stan, if you're gay you know you can tell me, right? Two of our friends are gay," he said referring to Craig and Tweek.

Stan was still at a loss. "I don't know," he answered honestly. "I mean, I do like girls. Like if Wendy hadn't broken up with me, I'd probably still be dating her. By the way, do you like her?"

Kyle's disbelief was only doubled. "Are you serious right now?"

"Yeah, I mean, you're both really smart and top of the class. And you both are pretty similar," he went on. He knew Token wasn't really serious about her and he got that same impression from Wendy regarding Token.

"Stan, look, I'm not really looking to date anyone right now, anyway. I'm basically dating AP classes. I'm serious about Kenny, though. Maybe you haven't noticed it but Kenny lights up almost any time you're around." Stan gaped at Kyle.

"I really doubt that."

"Then you'd be wrong," Kyle insisted. "Not only that but you light up and get all excited any time Kenny responds to you."

"I do?"

"Yeah….." Kyle said feeling a little confused himself. Stan honestly seemed like he wasn't aware of his actions or Kenny's. This conversation wasn't turning out quite like how Kyle had imagined it and now he found himself heading in a different direction with it than planned. "Look Stan, if you really are that unsure about everything, maybe you ought to just be a little more careful around him? I don't think it was any secret back in elementary and middle school but Kenny was always a very sexual being." Granted, trauma could change that but Kyle still believed there had to be something going on with the blonde and his best friend even if Stan was acting clueless.

"Yeah, he really liked tits," Stan said, still not understanding his friend. Kyle gave him another look of pure incredulity, starting to wonder if his friend had drank away some of his own brain cells.

"Dude, do I really need to spell this out?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so."

It was Kyle's turn to gape for a minute before shaking his head. "Good grief, Stan, yes, he really liked tits, he was a kid, most kids are fascinated with tits, even some girls. Yeah, he was a little overly occupied with it at the time but that doesn't mean too much given the age. Sexuality is fluid like most other things in life," Kyle tried explaining. He considered bringing up the Kinsey scale but based on the blank look Stan was giving him, it would be pointless.

"I don't really get what you're saying. Fluid sex?" Stan was not feeling very bright, granted he had downed quite a bit of straight vodka and wasn't entirely awake at this point. Why did Kyle choose right now to have some kind of lecture about sexuality?

"I'm saying that Kenny might just be attracted to you and I think you are to him!" Kyle cried out, frustrated into bluntness.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" a light bulb finally went off in Stan's head. "Oh." Stan scratched his neck for a minute and then his head as if considering this. "I mean I hadn't really thought of him that way." Kyle rarely caught him in lies, he wasn't even sure why he was lying.

"Seriously?"

"Why is that so hard to believe?" Stan questioned, getting defensive. "No, I didn't see my friend for the first time in four years and just feel sexually attracted to him. Did you?"

"When was the last time you felt attraction to anyone? Besides Wendy? Or that one night stand you had?" Shit, Stan thought. He really hadn't updated Kyle in awhile on that front, probably for the best.

Stan felt his face turning a bright red. How could he explain himself to Kyle so he made sense? He pushed forward with an attempt also finding the liquid courage to help him along. He'd had more than one refill. "Uh, Bebe… Craig…"

Kyle's face contorted into disgust. "Ugh, Stan. I'm not joking!"

"I'm not!" Stan defended himself remembering that they were in the same building as Craig.

"Okay, that's a start but both those people are in relationships. Wait, you're not one of those people who are only attracted to people in relationships, are you?" Kyle asked.

"No, of course not. I just know you wouldn't tell either one of them." Suddenly he found himself really wanting to spill his guts to his best friend. Kyle really was trying to help.

"Okay, so then you're bisexual?" Kyle summed up.

Stan shrugged. "I don't know, Kyle. I mean, I am attracted to some girls and some boys but like it kind of depends on more than just what they look like. Like what they say, how they act, stuff like that, I guess." Stan tried to explain himself. "I mean, does it really matter?"

"I know labels aren't always the greatest thing but sometimes it can help you understand yourself better, you know?" Kyle said. "And, I just don't want you or Kenny getting hurt. I'm fairly positive that Kenny is bisexual."

"What about me? Cartman? Token? You?" Stan asked. Kyle rolled his eyes.

"I'm just trying to help."

"I know," Stan said quietly, averting his eyes away from his friend. He might as well confess now while he had the urge otherwise he never would. "I lied."

"What do you mean?"

"About Kenny."

Kyle waited for Stan to elaborate. Stan drew a deep breath before explaining.

"You're right. I do get excited when I see him. The more time I spend around him, the more I want to be around him. I don't know if it's just because I haven't seen him in so long or what. Or maybe it's what you said about me before. I like to save things." Stan paused for a long moment before looking Kyle in the eyes again. "I want to save him, Kyle. I've never wanted to save someone or something so badly in my life. I want him to enjoy life again and actually live, not just exist." Stan looked to the floor again and sighed sadly. "I just wish I could do more." He was sure it was the alcohol but he felt a little too emotional for comfort. Suddenly he really wished he was already in a bed asleep. This conversation was getting way too real for him. He hoped he wouldn't regret telling Kyle all this in the morning.

Kyle was quiet for a long moment, letting the words really sink in. "You've done so much already, Stan."

"Have I?"

"Yes. I wasn't making things up earlier when I said Kenny lights up when you're around. Maybe you don't see it but I definitely do. I think Craig does, too, and I know Cartman does."

"What?" Stan asked surprised, his cheeks heating up again.

"He doesn't light up like that for anyone else. Trust me," Kyle said wryly remembering a couple of his earlier encounters. "He mostly just seems to shut down around anyone else except you and Cartman. And he is definitely not lighting up with Cartman."

"I offered to let him stay at my place but he refused, he chose to stay with Cartman," Stan pointed out.

Kyle shrugged it off. "Probably more about comfort zone. Plus, if I were in his shoes I'd want to go to the house with less people also."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Also, I think the word you were looking for earlier was pansexual."

"What?" Stan asked again. "I have no idea what that is." He cast a glance towards the kitchen area with a raised eyebrow. Kyle burst into laughter.

"Oh my god, dude, you really are a total space case."

"What the fuck?" Stan demanded, starting to feel like the butt of a bad joke.

Kyle stopped laughing and looked at his friend, his tone and expression turning serious again. "Just remember to be careful, okay? Don't get too attached in case he vanishes again."

"I'll be fine," Stan assured him though the thought of Kenny vanishing again did leave him feeling cold. Kyle grinned at him.

"I guess it's true. Strong people attract broken people."

"Kenny's not broken," Stan tried to argue but he knew he wasn't being honest and so did Kyle.

"I don't think he's all there, like he's with us physically but his mind hasn't quite caught all the way up." Kyle expressed. "But he'll catch up. I think you'll see to that."

They had started up the stairs and Stan nodded. "I will."