Drunk Hearts

Cheers to the Buffs!

There were way too many people packed in such a small place. Even some of CSU's team were partying; mainly Clyde, Bebe, Wendy, and a few others they had lived in South Park with. Normally, Kyle didn't enjoy parties, but this was a special occasion. It also made Stan happy.

Kenny was blasting his playlist through the TV, though no one was really paying attention to the songs. There were a few people playing beer pong, some dancing, the usual stuff. Kenny, Butters, Cartman, Stan, Kyle, and Tolkien were playing strip poker with a couple girls from the cheer team.

Kenny was almost completely stripped, having just his boxers on. He was eliminated. Butters, feeling uncomfortable, stopped playing when Kenny did, having his shirt and boxers on. Cartman was fully clothed still. Stan, however, had only taken his shirt off, but god did he look good. Kyle wanted to trace his fingers across Stan's abs, and caught himself staring a few times. Luckily, no one else noticed, being too caught up in the game.

Cartman slammed down his cards, full house.

"Strip, Jew."

Kyle groaned, taking off another sock. He had taken his hat off, then one sock, and now the other. He was playing carefully, being insecure about his body. He was pale, lanky, and didn't have much muscle. The only thing he had going for him was his height, being 6'4. He easily towered over Stan, who was 6' exactly, but not so much Kenny who was only an inch shorter than Kyle.

"That's no fun," Cartman whined.

"Shut up fatass, you're probably cheating," Kyle shot in response.

"Orrr, I'm just better than you."

They were all pretty tipsy by that point. The would take shots between rounds, clinking their glasses and praising the buffs. Even Kyle felt airy, he doesn't usually drink.

Tweek came up behind Kenny, and whispered something in his ear. Kenny nodded, reaching into the pocket of his parka that was now on the floor and handing him a little baggie.

"Hey Tweek, where's Craig?" Kyle asked, finding the situation suspicious.

"Gah!" Tweek jumped, "I, uh, he's on the couch, uh, I told him I had to go to the bathroom."

Kyle raised an eyebrow, but it wasn't his business. Tweek did end up leaving for the bathroom.

"Kenny you're cleaning the bathrooms tomorrow," Kyle sighed, figuring now there were drugs compiling where he brushes his teeth.

"Yeah yeah, whatever," Kenny chuckled, intertwining his hand into Butters.

"Ha!" Stan yelled, slamming his cards down, "beat that fatass!"

Cartman had a sour look on his face, "son of a bitch. Well, Kyhel still has to strip! Look at his cards!"

"Oh that's unlucky," Stan muttered with a grin, tugging at Kyle's shirt.

Kyle sighed, "I think I'm done playing."

"Pussy!" Cartman yelled, "now it'll be boring. Screw you guys, I'm gonna track down Heidi."

Cartman shoved himself out from the table, becoming lost from the others' visions quickly due to the amount of people there. Kyle gave Stan a look of confusion, and Stan shrugged. They didn't even think Heidi was there. Tolkien followed after Cartman, just in case she was, to monitor. He's used to monitoring, since parties back in South Park were usually at his house.

"Well, rules are rules..." Stan whined, "you still lost, you still need to take a piece of clothing off..."

Kyle took a deep breath, and allowed Stan to take his shirt off. Stan, being fairly drunk, blushed as he threw the shirt to the floor. Kyle noticed Stan staring, and quickly covered his stomach with his arms.

"Hey," Stan said sincerely, taking Kyle's arms away, "you have nothing to be insecure about. You have a nice body..."

Stans sentence trailed off as he found himself just barely brushing his palm down Kyle's chest. Kyle's cheeks started to burn, and looked away in embarrassment. Stan realized what he was doing, and quickly took his hand away.

"Sorry."

Craig snuck up behind the two, making them jump.

"Hey, have you seen Tweek?" He asked in his usual monotone voice.

"Yeah, he went to the bathroom," Kyle answered, silently thanking him for showing up and breaking the tension.

"Yeah, like ten minutes ago. I'm going to go find him," Craig groaned before leaving.

Stan and Kyle looked at each other for a moment, wondering if they should help. Nah, it wasn't their business.

As if the moment couldn't get any more weird, Wendy came up, standing in front of Stan with her arms crossed.

"Stan."

"Wendy."

She croaked, "good game."

Stan opened his mouth for a moment, then spoke, "uh, thanks?"

Kyle looked at Wendy with a bit of a glare. He didn't know what exactly happened between her and Stan during their last break up, but he knew it was bad enough to where Stan refused to talk about it.

"That's all," she looked between him and Kyle before speaking again, "burn in hell."

She walked off, leaving a look of confusion and hurt on Stan's face. Kyle patted his bare back, murmuring that he was okay and not to let her get to him.

"I can't find Heidi," Cartman showed back up.

"Yeah, probably because she isn't here. Why would she be?" Stan laughed.

"Shut up fag!" Cartman scowled before an idea popped into his head, "hey, let's play truth or dare. I'll gather up some others, meet me by the couch."

Kyle frowned, looking over at Stan, "why do you keep letting him call you that?"

Stan shrugged, "well, it's not like he's wrong. "

"What?" Kyle almost shouted in disbelief.

"Are you kidding? You didn't know? I'm bi dude," Stan laughed as if that was the funniest thing he's ever heard, "I can't believe you never knew that."

Kyle, still stunned, said, "you never told me!"

"Didn't realize I had to. It's just not a thing that comes up in conversations. C'mon, lets go to the couch."

Stan and Kyle shoved their way to the couch, where Kenny and Butters were cuddling up on. Cartman arrived with Tweek, Craig, Tolkien, Wendy, Bebe, and Clyde.

"Great," Stan muttered under his breath upon seeing Wendy.

"Let's get started!" the short chubby man yelled.

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