"Ugh, you feel so good." Tweek kept Craig's face against his, letting Craig take his seat belt off for him while he stayed distracted by his clean faced wax job.
"Just once, think before you speak." Craig's words were warped by the cheek smushing against his, making his words sound more baby toned than they would ever sound. He then unfastened Tweek's seat belt buckle off with a small click.
Tweek released Craig's face with a hum. "It's just nice not to be stabbed."
He straightened his button up and let loose small laughs with his elation for the night ahead.
He had accidentally mis-buttoned one of the buttons on his green button down while getting dressed; his excitement to finally be coming to Ladies Night at Skeeter's had thrown off his hands and made them too erratic to correctly fasten his shirt.
His eyes glancing back to Craig's face and expressing his pleasure with as the new look by letting his hands come up to give a single stroke to the clean face. No shadows or stray hairs hiding in the crevices of the face, every angle and curve being fully shown and expressed. "And you look handsome."
"Oh." Craig's throat dried out and made it hard to speak. He was trying to conjure any amount of saliva to wash down the lump in his throat and say something in response, but of course he had no luck. Of course he's been told the worlds variety of 'hot', 'sexy', 'cute', 'attractive', 'give me your children', 'I'd pay for you to hit me with a car', but he had never been called handsome. Except a couple times by his grandma, but the last time was when he was ten. And when he was called it by his grandma he thought nothing of it and would simply write off the money giver as senile.
So the word being used to describe him at all made him feel special, but to be called such by Tweek gave Craig an inexplicable feeling that made him feel like flying. Yet at the same time he wanted to oh so badly bury himself deep deep deep inside of a pitch black hole. Or preferably sink to the bottom of the ocean where no one can see his burnt red face.
Tweek's lips twitched higher at the meek behavior Craig was beginning to grow towards his compliments. Deciding to give Craig a scapegoat and not force him to respond to the calling out of his handsomeness. Tweek patted Craig's arm and nodded towards the alleyway to the right of the truck. "Let's go."
The teens got out of the car with varying levels of nerves.
Tweek was bursting with jubilation to dance, talk and socialize with people. The PC people could be there, or some of the bikers he had made friends with the past couple times he was there, the single pastor he talked to one lonely evening, or even better the incredibly forgiving gardeners he had encountered while walking through their plants.
Craig on the other hand was less enthused. He saw the alley was filled with more people than usual. All of the people crowding towards the worn down doors of Chef's bar, but these people weren't the usual 'friendly' customers. A lot of these patrons were women, as expected, but they were women on call coming to this bar. Women who were trying to make their daily wage.
Even Tweek in his party dense state started to notice the women who wore special outfits, the corsets and straps made him begin to think there was a costume party going on that they weren't aware of.
Tweek pulled on Craig's sleeve and leaned into him to say. "Is there a costume party going on tonight?"
"No, Tweek." Craig looked at the men and women who were coming from far and wide to engage in sexual acts for cash. Grumbling and pulling on Tweek's elbow to make the blond come closer and away from the peering suitors that thought Tweek was amongst the buying lot. "Just don't stray far tonight."
