The party has officially started. The catering is on a long table that's covered with a material that looks like a grass skirt. Underneath the foil boxes are cans of pure heat, making sure that the food won't get cold at any point during this time. The speakers in the backyard blare out some of the newest hits, to which some of the patrons dance.
"I've never drank before, girls," you admit to the group that has kidnapped you. Red only chuckles at your confession, continuing to pour you a drink.
"Don't worry about it. This one will taste like there's no alcohol in it at all!" She promises you, mixing rum, coconut milk, and pineapple juice together in a coconut-shaped cup. She places a plastic straw inside of it, as well as a teeny umbrella, before handing it to you. "Try it."
"Oooh, pina coladas are so good," Bebe grins, waiting for you to take a sip of it.
You gaze at the drink skeptically before bringing the straw in between your lips. You take a sip of it, your eyes widening at the taste of it. Red was right, it tastes like there's no alcohol in it at all! It's sweet and fruity in taste, and rather tropical... it fits the theme of the party quite well! "Oh, wow! It's good!"
"I told you, didn't I?" Red says smugly, pouring her and the rest of the girls' drinks as well.
You let your eyes wander a bit. Token, Clyde, Kyle, and Stan are playing volleyball in the pool. It seems to be a rather close and heated match, too, considering the fact that everyone is yelling things like, 'Get it!!' at each other. Craig and Tweek are sitting at the catering table together, smiling lovingly at one another as they eat. Tweek seems partial to the macaroni salad and crab rangoons, while Craig is eating the short ribs like he hasn't eaten in years. Cartman is chasing Butters with a water gun all around the pool. Kenny is flirting with a girl on the dance floor, and Jimmy is cracking jokes at another. Everybody's having fun!
You smile, taking another sip of your drink, being careful to not get inebriated too quick. You really shouldn't be drinking at all, but one probably won't hurt. You're too busy thinking about what everyone is doing to notice that someone is running right towards you. Cartman, still trying to catch Butters, bumps right into you and you find yourself falling forward. You close your eyes, preparing to eat shit.
You never meet the ground. You peek an eye open and you look up, finding the familiar gaze of Craig, his sapphire blue eyes boring into yours. "Hey, are you alright?" He asks. Just like in an anime scene, it seems like time slows down and soft bubbles surround him.
... Wait, those are just bubbles from one of the Tiki bubble machines. You don't even know why you're so flustered... you shouldn't be! It's not like this could be like a shoujo scene anyway, because he's with Tweek!
"Yeah, I'm fine... thanks for catching me," you finally speak, standing straight with a nervous laugh. "I thought you were eating?"
"I came up to get a drink," he explains, his expression not quite changing. "You should hang out with Tweek and I. I'll be right back." He pushes past the girls to pour himself a concoction without a word.
You blink in surprise and look over at Tweek, who's staring right at you. Upon your guys' eyes meeting, his face flushes red and he looks back at his plate wordlessly. Oh...? You guess it wouldn't be a bad idea to hang out with him and Craig. It was more of a demand than a question, anyway.
"Hi, Tweek," you greet him as you sit next to him. You press your elbows to the top of the table and gaze at his blushing face, smiling as you do so. He's so cute... it's unfair.
"H-Hi, (Y/n)— gah!" He twitches, almost flipping his plate over in the process. His shaking and twitching seems to increase at your mere presence... He takes an empty plate and hands it to you. Your gazes meet for a few moments and he stammers something under his breath. "P-Pretty..."
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Pinku Cat Cafe [South Park x Reader]
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