southpark is a close knit community, in which y/n's family has woven their selves into. for better or for worse? depends on the day. a chance to get away from the cold, mountainous, town arises from an invite to tolkien blacks's very own private isl...
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everyone is at the beach tonight, which makes sense. the bonfire is already started and going strong by the time we actually arrive, and it looks like we are the last to get there. you think we would come on time considering that it was mostly bebe's idea, but time is little more than a suggestion to her anyways.
craig, tweek, jimmy, and kenny are all sat around a tree passing a blunt around. nichole and the other guys all have a red solo cup in hand, lingering near the fold-up table full of alcohol.
"i'm going to see what they're up to!" butters points then walks over to the smoke circle; taking a seat next to kenny with heidi not far behind. "i'm not going to smell like weed for the entire night." bebe says disgusted, leading us to everyone and the alcohol. that could be a band name 'everyone and the alcohol'!
wendy drapes her hand over stan's shoulder and bebe pours herself some pink whitney before joining her. "tolkien, where did you get all this?" she gestures towards the various drinks laid out on the table. smirnoff, pink whitney, spiked lemonade, like three different types of beer, and little maraschino cherries.
"the stewards keep the trashy shit hidden in a shed cause they aren't supposed to have any drugs, which makes it easy to steal. what are they going to do? tell my mom?" he laughs and takes a sip. how rebellious of him! maybe next he'll go out a couple minutes last curfew- now that would be a riot!
"is that where you got the weed too?" i ask him and look over to the tree they're all under. "no. kenny brought that." he explains simply, grinning as nichole runs back up to him. "how did he get it through customs?" kyle interjects, his tone laced with equal amounts of confusion and irritation. i don't believe his anger is directed towards tolkien though- i just think he sounds like that perpetually.
i notice me and kyle are the only two who haven't began drinking in our little group so far. i wouldn't be surprised if clyde and stan are on their second or third cup though. heidi moves over to our area from craig's gang and tolkien begins telling the tale of kenny and the tsa. "he told them it was for personal use and they didn't question him." tolkien shrugs and goes to re-fill his glass before nichole stops him. well; that was a short story. "slow down." she whispers.
"you should slow down too, stan." wendy says. "okay." he responds, not yet registering what she's said. his reaction would be more upset if he actually listened to her. she lowers his glass from his mouth, but instead of 'holding onto it', she drinks the rest of its contents. "you know i could have just gotten you your own, right?" he grumbles taking back his cup. he reaches around clyde to grab another red solo cup, before filling both glasses with whatever tonic he chose previously.
"hey guys, let's play flip cup." clyde announces. his speech isn't slurred (yet) but he says it weird. slower than usual, most definetly due to his fast-paced drinking. alcohol doesn't make his voice sound any deeper though! he sounds like a little teenage boy still.
