I Guess I'm Gay -Creek South Park fanfiction

Sober up

I have about 200 gifs like the one above on my phone for some reason. I don't even know where I got them from but whatever.  This is mainly about Craig sobering up a drunk Tweek.

Enjoy!

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Craig's Pov :

To my suprise , it was Tweek who ended up getting more drunk than most of us. And I thought Stan had a drinking problem . After finishing his cocktail,  he ordered 2 more vodkas,  3 beers and two shots of Jäger.

By the end of the night he was rolling about on the floor , mumbling incoherent words and sipping from his bottle every now and again.

Clyde , of course , was the one still sober since he was driving and we don't want to be falling off a cliff into the ocean because drunk Clyde forgot how to slow down the car.

"OK gang , maybe we should start heading out." Clyde suggested , obviously getting irritated by being poked by Kenny , who usually is the first one to get drunk.

"You're right." I stated,  feeling tired and dizzy from the hard drinks we've consumed in the past 5 hours or so. How the fuck can we stand on our feet ?

"Nooooo , I want one more shot of Jäger. Pleaseeee~" Tweek moaned grumpily and stood up abruptly.

"Nope , we are getting you home."  I responded firmly , grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the counter.

"Do you want me to drive you guys?" Clyde asked , taking a sip of his water.

"That's fine , Tweek doesn't live far." I replied opening the smooth , glass doors "Stay  here with the others a little bit longer if they want to and call Token if you have any problems."

I stepped out in the cold night , Tweek hanging  on my arm for dear life and I took a moment to observe my surroundings . I'm not completely drunk , but I'm not sober either so don't judge me if I end up walking into a lamp post.

"Where are we going again?" Tweek questioned.

"Your house." I repeated and I felt his whole body tremble slightly.

"No , don't make me go there." He whined and stopped walking .

"Why , what's the big deal? "

" I don't like it there , they both still force me to drink their coffee and even though they are usually alright , dad gets so angry when I don't make the coffee right or when I drink-hic- other types of coffee." Tweek ranted and eventually , completely drained , rolled his eyes and his legs gave out.

I took ahold of his hand before he hit his head against the harsh concrete and yanked him to his feet.

I never realised his parents were so aggressive ,  I mean I often went around for dinner in fifth grade and they were nice , beside the whole coccaine in coffee shenanigans.  I don't want to bring him back home now even though I know it's ridiculous,  because they don't beat him  or starve him. Probably.  Then , what do I do?

Bring him back to my house? My parents would be there and I would be in enough trouble because of how late I've been out drinking , it will be worse if I  enter the house with Tweek in my arms . Fuck , I should've planned this out like I usually do.

Deciding it was best if he was sent to his house , I felt him shiver , his mouth still mouthing please frankly.

To see what control he has over me "Fine Tweek , I'm not taking you home. "