Medicine( A South Park fanfic)

Chapter 7

The ride to Raisins was longer than I would have liked. Riding with Kenny was already a life risking event, let alone having four full - for the most part- grown men cramped in the two seater. Kevin sat closest to his brother behind the wheel, leaving Stan to practically sit on my lap. Fuck you, Kenny. I thought to myself, keeping my attention turned out the window.

Letting out a puff of air I hadn't realized I was holding, I was thankful we had arrived at our destination. Desperate for some personal space, I opened the door as soon as the truck pulled to a complete stop. Stepping out, I stretched my back a bit, hearing a couple cracks along my spine. During the ride I was too preoccupied with my own thoughts to even realize just how uncomfortable I had become. 

Watching as the others exited the vehicle, I glanced at the building. I couldn't remember the last time I had been at Raisins. Shrugging it off, I followed the rest of the group in to the establishment. The town had realized at some point how fucked it was to have 4th graders working at a place like this, so they had an age limit of 16 now. I wasn't going to complain, as I mostly came here for the wings anyways, I didn't care who brought them to the table. 

By the time I tuned my attention back in to the group we had been seated. Kevin and Stan were sitting together on one side of the table, leaving me and Kenny on the other. I looked across the table to meet Stan's gaze. We held eye contact for a minute before he looked away sheepishly. Weird.

Surprised, I watched our server walk over. It was Wendy Testaburger in the flesh. "Hi welcome to Raisins!" Her voice was cheery as she smiled over at Stan. "My name is Wendy and I'll be your server! Can I start you guys with some drinks?" If I hadn't seen her wasted the night before I'd never believe she drank roughly the same amount I did before heading for my walk with Stan. That walk...

The table ordered their drinks and an order of wings to split. It wasn't long before Wendy returned holding four glasses. She placed my cherry coke in front of me, sliding a water to Kenny and a coke to Kevin. When she got to Stan's drink, she set it down slowly, whispering something in his ear. Chewing on my straw I watched as the two flirted for a moment before Wendy had to rush off to another table.

Feeling an unknown emotion bubble up in my gut, I tried to push it away, glancing at Kevin. He had pulled a flask out of his pocket and was pouring some dark liquid in to his glass. With a cheeky grin, he passed the metal flask to Stan, who quickly followed suit and poured some in his own glass. His hand disappeared under the table and I felt a cool metal press against my kneecap. 

Quickly taking the flask from his hand, I looked around the restaurant to make sure no one could see. Even if they had, I doubted anyone really gave a damn. Taking a deep breath, I poured about a shots worth of liquor in to my drink, mixing it gently with the straw. Not knowing what to do with the half empty flask, I shoved it in Kenny's hoodie pocket.

Snorting, he grabbed the flask out. Blue eyes darted around the restaurant quickly before Kenny brought the flask to his lips, taking a deep sip. "Ahh.." He breathed out, sealing the flask again before passing it back to Kevin. 

"Thank you." I mumbled in Kevin's general direction, taking a sip of my own drink. The whiskey surprisingly mixed well with the cherry coke, which was a relief. As it currently stood I had drank more in the past 24 hours than I had in years, but I wasn't complaining. I knew I could say no the moment I didn't want to partake, but I was actually having a bit of fun with this. "So," I began, a slight slur already impacting my speech. 

Stan's gaze met my own again, but neither of us looked away this time. "So?" He repeated, as I had stopped talking when our eyes met. Quickly, I diverted my gaze to the dirty floor. There were a couple abandoned fries sitting under the table, next to a mysterious wet spot. Looks sticky.