the night in question
Through the head pounding music and the overly expensive rave lights Tolkien had installed for the party, Kyle could hardly hear himself think. Currently, he was basking in the ugly green feeling that boiled in his belly and rushed to his already red face. He’s definitely had way more to drink than he should have. But that hardly mattered to the man right now. What mattered was the fact that Irene was shaking her ass off against Kenny’s crotch and Kyle couldn’t stand it. He knew, deep down, that everything that was intimate to a normal person was unequivocally platonic between those two. They’d always been like that with each other right? So why did Kyle feel so strongly against it suddenly. He decides not to dwell on it too much, and turns away from the two after staring for maybe a bit too long. He didn’t want them (or more importantly Irene herself) to notice the red in his face and the fire in his eyes. He headed towards the bathroom to collect himself, struggling through a crowd of people trashing their bodies around.
After taking a piss, and splashing his face off with water he took a long look at himself in the mirror. This is ridiculous. You literally hate her guts.He chided his own reflection. Kyle wasn’t sure when he started feeling this way towards her, but all he knew was that he was fucked. Undeniably so. The moment he started feeling so possessive over Irene was the moment he knew there was absolutely no going back. He mentally kicked himself while trying to flush out the blood in his cheeks. He pressed his cold hands flat against his face and slapped himself a few times.
A frantic knock came, an equally frantic voice following suit. “Kyle?!”
He opened the door. “Yeah..?” He answered slowly. It was Stan, a very anxious and flustered looking Stan. The look he gave him in respond kind of told him everything he needed to know and all those conflicting feelings Kyle felt swimming inside of him about two minutes go were funnelling their way back into his psyche.
“It’s…happening again.”
Kyle’s mouth fell into a straight line and his overall demeanour hardened. He looked up and scanned the crowd, his posture snapping upright when he finally finds what he’s looking for. There Irene was, absolutely piss drunk once again about to get taken advantage of by some random guy who was very obviously up to no good. He was attempting to guide her up the stairs which was in itself a hard feat considering she could barely stand up straight. But what did it for Kyle was the hand he placed on her lower back, coaxing and malicious. Kyle could feel his eye twitch and his jaw tightened against his upper teeth. With little to no regard for his best friend standing in front of him he pushed his way back into the sea of moving bodies, hellbent on stopping whatever the fuck was about to happen. As be approached the pair at the bottom of the stairs he snuck up behind the guy and practically slammed his hands down on his shoulders, not hard enough to hurt him but enough to frighten him. Kyle was a pretty tall guy, so he used that to his advantage, looming over the guy with an especially nasty smile.
“Hey buddy. I need to talk with my friend here, so why don’t you fucking scram, yeah?” Although it’s posed as a question it really isn’t. Not if you’re going by the tone in his voice or the veins popping out of his forehead. The shorter guy turns around slowly, looking up at Kyle with a nervous smile. He does say anything as he nods quickly, and scurries away. Kyle watches him as he flees and takes pride in the fact he was able to make that happen without getting into an altercation. Just his height and stone cold ferocity made that happen.
Irene, on the other hand, was less than pleased.
“Feeling tough?” She asks from behind him. Kyle had forgotten she was there. He turns around to see her leaned up against the banister, lopsided and swaying. But not before he notices the nastiness in her expression towards him.
“Huh..?” He questions, confused.
“You think you can just keep stopping me from doing things like this because you think I need to be saved?” Her tone was harsh, but held no weight due to all the slurring she was doing and the fact she almost fell completely over twice mid sentence. Kyle stares at her wildly and furrows his eyebrows, accentuating his confusion more so. But he decides to hold his ground, and returns a harsh look.
“How about a fucking ‘thank you’? All I’m doing is looking out for you.” He replies. Once again he can tell by the flicker in her face that she does not like this reply.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Irene scoffs and rolls her eyes. She stabilizes herself and pushes past him, stumbling away and out the front door. Kyle couldn’t help but stare at her ass while she walked away.
Goddamnit.He tries so hard to stay put. Kyle stands there, feet planted hard onto the floor. Gritting his teeth and screwing his eyes shut. His hands flexing into fists so hard his knuckles turned white. He tries his absolute hardest not to run after her. She’s being a bitch. Goddamnit Broflovski, don’t fucking go after her!
With one final internal groan Kyle turns around, and runs out the front door.