(W/N: I am so so so sorry this took so long to get out! It ended up being way longer than I expected then I deleted my entire draft of the entire fanfic by accident and life has been busy! Apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes too! )
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7 years ago...
Campus house party; mostly filled with sophomores.
Kenny McCormick was drunk.
Very, very drunk.
The shaggy haired blond tried his best to navigate the lower floor of the house but this proved troublesome as the room was packed with moving bodies. The air was intoxicated with fumes of alcohol and smoke while the music thumped away in his ear drums. He couldn't help but laugh as he proceeded forwards through the partying hoard. This shit was fun!
Grinning like an idiot, the sandy blond not so carefully pushed his way through the crowd in search of a fresh beverage to replenish his now empty cup. However, the drunken, cloudy eyed gaze and a lack of awareness of his limbs was causing some minor set backs during his mission. Not that he let that phase him. As he barged and knocked past people without a care, he was followed with a flurry of outbursts from various, less drunk, members of the crowd.
'Hey! Watch it!'
'Dude! Not cool!'
'Be careful!'
'You're fucked, dude!'
Shoulders crashing into people, spilling their drinks or forcing them to knock into others - none of it really registered in the blonds mind. He was happy. He was free. And he'd made a tonne of cash! Life was fucking great! That was, up until his feet tangled themselves over another, sending Kenny flying forwards and colliding with the floor. Highs never lasted forever.
The crowd sunk backwards, giving the messy human some space as he tried to regain the use of his limbs again but the process was difficult.
'Get up!' A voice barked from above.
Letting out a feeble groan, Kenny pushed his hands beneath him to try and claw his way to his feet again but he found himself rolling onto his back instead. 'I'm-I'm good... Just... Leave me here.' The you g adult waved his hand weakly before it dropped across his stomach. The stupid grin plastered itself across his features once again, an unfocused gaze staring blanking at the ceiling - clearly lost in his own little world. However, the grumpy barking voice that stood over him was having none of it.
'Get this idiot up!' The same voice snapped again, clearly growing tired of Kenny's drunken behaviour. Kenny screwed up his face, trying to block out the aggravated voice that was trying to kill his mood. He tried again to get his hands beneath him to heave himself up but two other sets of hands beat him to it. Taking him firmly by his shoulders, Kenny's frame was thrust back to unsteady feet. However, the wasted teen disapproved this hands on approach.
'Gerroff me...' Kenny's slurred words fell from his lips, his own hands trying desperately to shove their grip off of himself. 'Hey! I said get off me!' But his shoves were lazy, uncontrolled - the two newcomers quietly stifled laughs at his feeble attempts.
'Fucking freshmen... Who let this prat in anyway?' Announcing to the crowd, the first voice scolded again, this finally caught the sandy blonds attention. Hazy gaze attempted to focus on their features. Brunette. Broad. Meathead. Dickhead.
A few murmurs and mumbles began to travel amongst the party, attention now turned to the altercation that was ensuing.
'He's a campus dealer, reckon he's only here to sell his gear.'
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