The Prince and the Warrior {🌌Stan X Kyle🌌} {Style} {South Park}

Chapter 7

{•Kyle POV•}

I walk back and forth in my room , fiddling with my hands anxiously。
I really don't want today to happen at all。

I eagerly wait for the guards outside my room door to leave so I could sneak out and cause just a little bit of mischief and have some fun before 。。。

Responsibilities 。。。

I stick my tongue out of disgust from just thinking of the word 。。。
I take a quick peek outside to see if the guards are still there 。。。

THEY ARE , FUCK !

I then open the door all the way , getting an idea 。。。
"Hey , I heard there were prostitutes in the ballroom。" I tell them both , they just look at each other confused like。

I slapped my forehead with my palm and groaned silently in annoyance 。。。
"Did I mention they're men-" before I could even finish talking both of them immediately dashed to the ballroom。

Dam 。。。

I then open the window to my room and climb out , landing in the soft bushes。
All of a sudden I feel this wave of excitement and energy rush over me。

I excitedly took off into the village , what havoc can I cause today ! ?
As I'm looking around thinking of all the possible fun I could have I suddenly feel someone taap my shoulder。
I turn around to see who it is。

"What are you doing out of your room ?" The person asks me in a disappointing tone。
It was Stan。

"Oh , the guards said that I could go for one last walk before the 。。。ugh 。。。" I say , I don't even want to say the last word。
But Stan knows what I'm talking about。

"But don't worry , i'll be careful。" I tell him , reassuring him as I start walking off。

Then I get the perfect idea !

I head towards the bar , don't worry I'm not gonna get drunk 。。。
I just want to gamble some money a bit , and start a bar fight。
I look around before opening the door to the bar。

Nobody is watching me , thank god。
I then walk into the bar and earn a lot of people staring at
me。
I then sit down on a stool and the bartender walks up to me while cleaning a beer glass。

"What will it be ?" They ask me。

。。。

One cup wouldn't get me drunk , I'll be fine 。。。
"Give me a beer。" I tell him。
He nods and walks over to the beer bottles and picks one
out。

"Hey , you're from the palace ! We don't take kindly to your types 'round here。" Says the guy sitting next to me。

I stare at him blankly。"What-- dude what the hell are you gonna do ! ? Is that shit supposed to scare me or somethn' ?" I respond to him while the bartender sets my drink down in front of me。
He then looks away in thought。
"Well 。。。Yeah , that-- that usually works 。。。" He responds hesitating。

"God , people like you are just 。。。 Dumb 。。。" I say , then taking a drink of my beer。
"Hey shut up , your the one that constantly wears that dumb ass hat all the time。" He responds to me。

I then finish my cup of beer , and wipe the foam from my mouth , then laughing at his stupidity。
"Awe , is someone getting mad ! ? What are you gonna do , get your mommy on me ?" I ask him while smirking。

"At least I have a mom you fuckin' faggot。" He tells me。
"Excuse me 。。。?" I ask with hatred in my voice。
Then he stands up。
He was a tall and big man , wearing a my little pony shirt , but I can take him。