86 Feelings (Stan x Kenny)[Completed]

10

(Day 435)

The day Wendy came back from her vacation was full of a decisive tension.

The majority of the line was made up of guys Stan had been friends with for years - yet, it was more than that. They had his back. Especially against Tolkien. Even though Wendy took time off to hide like a pussy, Tolkien thought he had big balls for continuing on like nothing happened.

He was just a douchebag, and the whole restaurant knew it.

While no one muttered a word of discontent at first, when Tolkien came back into the kitchen to scream at Stan for something undeserving of the reaction, the line had enough. Specifically, Kenny had enough.

Stan stopped listening to what incomprehensible words were flying from Tolkien's mouth as Kenny calmly took off his apron and gloves, before he walked around the front to the server line. As eerily calm as every other movement before, Kenny grabbed Tolkien by the shoulder, and laid him out on the floor in one swift punch.

"Ken!" Stan was shocked, but couldn't fight a grin as the biggest asshole ever wiped blood from his mouth. Honestly, it was satisfying.

Staggering to a stand, Tolkien immediately got in Stan's face - not in Kenny's - and shoved him back against the drink machine. "You can't even fight your own battles, Marsh? Just like you couldn't fight to keep Wendy!"

Seriously?! Stan pushed him back harder, causing him to land hard on his ass, once again. "Tolkien!" He started with venom spilling from between his lips. "You can have Wendy! Honestly, if you weren't fucking her, I probably would've been stuck in that shitty relationship! I don't get how you don't understand that you're the shitty one here! It's fine that you liked Wendy, and she likes you for some fucking reason, but you both chose to do it behind my back! This is bigger than high school, retard, at least pretend to be a professional! You're fucking pathetic! And then you have the audacity to treat me like I did something to you?! The fuck are you smoking?!"

He hadn't expected his rage to dissolve into a lecture, yet Stan had some unresolved questions he was itching to find the answers to. Tolkien, fully expecting to get his ass beat, only made himself look worse. No matter what he did to push Stan's buttons, he couldn't get him to snap.

Stan knew that's what he wanted, too. Whether it was insecurity, or just plain hatred - he didn't know what Tolkien really wanted out of all of this. It didn't even seem like he cared that much about Wendy.

Tolkien finally pushed himself off the floor, and pressed down the small wrinkles and folds on his uniform. Calmly, he stuck out a hand to Stan: "I hate to say this, but.. you made one good point."

"Dude, what?! You just-"

"I-I know." Tolkien rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding all of the sets of eyes on him. The whole kitchen was invested. "You could've beat my ass, and you didn't. You're a weirdo, Marsh. I don't like you, but I'll be as professional as possible."

Shaking his hand, Stan felt like he grasped the power back. "Fine." Before Tolkien could pull his hand away, Stan sent him an icy glare: "Don't hurt her, Tolkien, or I will snap."

Kenny still lingered casually, propped up against the to-go station as he watched with intrigue. Usually, if someone threw a punch, everything ended in blood, and bruises; yet, in Stan's case, he took control of the situation, and discussed it how he wanted to. He couldn't lie, he was impressed.

Especially from how Tolkien looked down at his feet, and nodded a final time, before running off towards the dining room. All Stan did was make him feel small.