Randy slouches onto the barstool, he's completely lost in his thoughts. The bartender looks up from behind the bar, his hair is too complicated to describe fully, but it's a very bright blonde, he wears an all blue outfit consisting of a navy blue shirt and jeans, his outfit is finished off with some nicely polished black boots. The bartender grunts.
"The usual, Randy?" He asked the man.
Randy's thoughts are so loud inside his head he doesn't realise the bartenders voice.
"You alright there?" The bartender asked, concern spreading across his face.
Randy suddenly comes to his senses, pushing his thoughts into the back of his mind, but not completely letting them go, he looks around before making eye contact with the bartender over the bar.
"Uh... Yeah..." Randy replied, still not completely aware of what's happening around him.
The bartender smiles and turns around, he rummages inside the refrigerator, all the cans and bottles of booze clang together as he knocks them with his hand, he turns back around with a bottle of beer, handing it over the bar and delivering it into Randy's hand.
"So how'd the party go last night? I heard the ATF made some stupid mistake of assuming the party was a religious cult. Just another day in South Park I guess, right?" The bartender asked, trying to make conversation.
Randy scratches the back of his head, before popping the bottle cap off of the beer bottle and taking a sip.
"Uh, y'know... It was just as good as any other meteor shower party, nothing special..." Randy spluttered awkwardly.
The bartender looks at him suspiciously, not completely buying what he's trying to sell him, the bartender shrugs his shoulders.
"Fine, don't tell me. I can smell your bullshit from a mile away..." The bartender replied.
The bartender notices that Randy doesn't seem very interested and moves on to the next customer.
"Uh, I'll have a vodka, mkay?" The customer ordered.
Randy looked up to see a middle aged man wearing rounded glasses, he had barely any hair and was wearing a green shirt with a grey tie, blue suit bottoms and some black shoes. It was Mr Mackey. Randy quickly looks away, trying to avoid eye contact with him, fearing that Gerald might have told people about what they did in that hot tub... Mr Mackey notices him and shouts over.
"Randy? Is that you buddy?" Mr Mackey yelled in his dumb voice.
The chatter and laughter in the bar comes to a sudden halt and everyone turns their attention and lays their eyes on the lunatic that is Mr Mackey. Randy quickly downs his beer, slams the bottle down on the edge of the bar and races out of the door, not looking back, and also without paying for his beer. As soon as he steps out of the bar, he collided with a man. They both fall to the ground with a thud. Randy looks up to see who it was he just ran into... It was Gerald.
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Hot Tub Fun
FanfictionRandy Marsh is struggling to cope with his new found feelings for his friend Gerald Broflovski after what went down in the hot tub at the Meteor Shower Party...
