Smut/oneshots mostly south park, censored(bcz of wattpad)

2 fucked up college dropouts fvck in a car||Redbecca smut(REPOST)

Was a request

Red recognizes a highschool friend at a club, and boy does she looks different. aged up 21-22 this tiem... angsty kinda?

I have no excuse for not posting but a new chapter might take awhile cuz of writers block, seriously it's fucking me up

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The colorful strobe lights are flashing brightly in her face, the bustle of crowds and screaming, drunk partygoers ringing in her ears, blending with the blaring club music. A blur of faces she doesn't recognize swayed and bounced to the beat, laughing with their peers. She clutched the glass in her hands, leaning on the wood of the bar countertop with her back towards the crowded dance floor. Red had entered the club alone, with no one to accompany her. No friends. No nothing. Was this for herself? Did she think it was going to be fun? That she didn't know. What she did know, was that she wanted to leave. She brought the glass to her lips and let the cold liquid flow down her throat. It burned. Red slammed it down on the counter with a loud sigh, the sound of ice clinking against the cured glass drowned in the midst of music and people. Her teeth gritted against each other, head resting on her hand, eyes staring bitterly into the liquid that swirled in her glass. Someone approached the stool beside her, rather, the stool one seat away from her. Red didn't dare a glance.

"Hey." The voice was surprisingly soft, slightly nasally, and trembling just a bit, hard to hear with all the noise. However, their tone was still quite confident, alluring even. What Red noted first though, was how familiar she sounded. She still gazed at her reflection in the drink. "Gimme a bl0wjob." Now that got her attention, she jolted up and glared at the woman beside her.

"No, the drink. Gimme a bl0wjob shot, are you slow or what?" She was still scowling the bartender as she sat. Her hair was long, curly, and she was a brunette, her eye makeup as colorful as the lights. She was in a strapless top that looked more like a bra with how short it was, a tight microskirt that barely reached her thighs, fishnets, and high, platform heels. It was the strangest thing, her face looked quite cute and innocent. In her clothing she looked like.. a hoe. A familiar one at that, why did she recognize this woman?

She glanced over at her and they caught eye contact. Red froze. Her eyes looked brown, or green, Red couldn't tell in the lighting. The woman smiled at her. "Red?" She began to play with her hands, and it clicked. She straightened her posture. Red remembered her, the nervous little homeschool kid everyone hated. A smart girl she'd only ever seen at a spelling bee.

She hadn't ever asked her name, but she remembered that quiet shaking voice on the mic whenever she spelled a word. "Yo." Red forced a smile.

"Ah, been awhile. H-how are you?" she played with her fingers, her tone lighter and more nervous, a very slight pause between every few words.

Red blinked, "Good-" She paused, nodding. "You look... different." She eyed her up and down before taking the last swig of her drink, the cold ice hitting her lips.

"I- Oh, I guess," She muttered, taking the shot that the bartender had slid to her in her hands. The brunette wrapped her lips around the rim of the glass and cocked her head back before wiping the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand. It was suddenly deathly silent, well not at all really, not with the blasting music and cheers of the crowd blaring in Red's ears.