p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The alcohol in your system gave you a new feeling of confidence that you needed this night. A slight smirk spread across your lips as you started to make your way up towards the group of boys now. Without saying a word, you grabbed Butters' wrist, and pull him away from the boys. Before he could say anything, you pressed a finger against his lips, shushing him./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Kenny shook his head, before rolling his eyes and then pointed to Butters now, then you, before he placed his hands on Kyle's hips now, hoping that painted a clearer picture on what he needed to do. Butters gulped thickly, before looking back at you, watching as you pressed your back deeper against him now. His face burned, and fingers extended outwards, twitching and trembling in fear. He shook his head, before going through with it, and carefully placed his hands on your hips now./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Butters was relieved to see that you reacted well to his touch, as you didn't stop your dancing. Instinctively, he pulled you by your hips more, allowing you to rub your rear against his crotch more, sending absolute shivers down his spine. He was in awe, seeing just how confident you were, how perfectly you fit against him, how beautiful the lights bounced off of your skin, illuminating it in all different colors. The lights weren't the only things that were bouncing that he caught a glimpse of./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"It was getting hot really fast. He was tall enough to see over your shoulder without issue, and it gave him the perfect view of your breasts as they jiggled slightly from your dance moves. You had absolutely no care in the world, you were just having a good time! It took everything, absolutely every ounce of strength Butters had to behave himself, and not go feral on you. He bit the bottom of his lip tightly, trying to distract himself from the dirty thoughts that filled his mind./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"But all good moments can't last long, can they?/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I don't know what the fuck you're talking about." Craig responded to Cartman's anger, with his hands in his jacket, and eyes half-lidded, not really caring about what Eric had to say. "The most you guys did for me was take my birthday money, and I never saw it again."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You're still on that bullshit?! Grow the fuck up, man. We were kids when that happened!" Stan interjected, drunkenly pushing Cartman to the side, and wanting to get in Craig's face now./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I'm not making a big deal about it, I'm just stating the facts." Craig responded to Stan in his monotone voice. "Don't say you guys did shit for me if it isn't true, this is why nobody liked hanging out with you guys in school." He turned his attention to the angry Stan, now./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Stan c'mon dude, let's go outside for a little bit." Kyle tried to pull his best friend away from the source of frustration. He grabbed onto Stan's shoulder, trying to pull him back, but Stan had other plans. Stan acted blindly, and reeled his arm back, curling his fingers into a fist before punching Kyle across the cheek./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Kyle wasn't expecting this at all, and stumbled backwards before hitting the ground, feeling a stinging pain on his cheek where he was punched in. Before anyone could react, Stan tried to cover his mouth, but ended up puking on himself, and the ground in front of him and Craig./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Fuckin' sick, dude." Craig cringed, and took a few steps back, not wanting to get caught up in that mess now. He turned, and was about to walk away, when Stan's voice decided to make itself known again./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Where-... Where you runnin' off to, pussy?" Stan shook his head in Craig's direction, almost forgetting that he'd just thrown up on himself. "Yeah, always running away from a fight, sounds just like something you'd do!"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""C'mon now, let's get you cleaned off, alright?" A softer voice interrupted Stan's, as you wrapped your arms around his, yanking him away from instigating Craig even further. You were terrified he was going to give you the same treatment as Kyle, without him realizing it. However, he thankfully complied with your request. Butters ended up rushing to help Kyle out, you both figured that him seeing another male wouldn't stop him from his angered frenzy./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"You brought Stan up to his room, and closed the door so you could help him out. "Alright, you're definitely going to want a different shirt, and to brush your teeth after that." You opened up his closet, pulling out one of his everyday shirts for him to wear. "Go ahead and brush your teeth." You instructed him, pointing to the bathroom that was attached to his bedroom./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The door to Stan's bathroom had opened, revealing that he'd already taken his shirt off, and threw it to the ground. He combed his fingers through his black hair, before turning his attention back over towards you. You reached out his new shirt to him, and the cold water bottle, both of which he'd taken from you without asking. However, he tossed them both to the side as he inched closer to you./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Y-you feeling better now, Stan?" You asked him, concerned with how quickly he was filling the space between you two. Before you hand a chance to even step backwards, you found your back pinned against the wall, with a loud THUD. Your lips trembled slightly, not sure how to respond to this new situation./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Without allowing you to finish your sentence, Stan closed the gap between your guys' lips with his own. He moved his hand to the bottom of your jaw now, while the other ran up against your side. Your eyes went wide, and hands immediately shot up to his chest, trying to push him away. He didn't budge, you couldn't push him off of you, and all you could think about was Butters. You balled your hand into a fist, and punched his chest now, which that didn't even make him flinch./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"His hand reached up to your chest now, immediately squeezing onto one of your breasts, deepening the kiss now. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, not even allowing you to take in a breath. Tears burned your eyes now, which refused to stop streaming down your cheeks, you just wanted to get away from this mess./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The door to Stan's room opened, a figure now standing in the doorway. You couldn't see who it was, but knew that they'd come to help you when you felt Stan get yanked off of you, and thrown to the floor. It was your knight in shining armor, it was Butters. "Stan what the fuck?!" He screamed out at the drunken man, who was on the floor in a daze./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"As you got up, and bolted towards the door, you heard a decent sized object get knocked down the stairs, and loud thumping following not too far behind. When you rounded the door, you saw that Butters was chasing Stan down the stairs, after Stan had fallen down them. Butters tackled Stan to the floor now, readying a fist up, and swinging it across his face./p
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