The Less I Know The Better
Kyle has a hickey.
It’s not that big but it’s red and Tweek can’t help but zeroes on it when he sees it. He has made an effort to hide it by the high-collar of his wool vest; maybe it’s because Kyle is fairly white and it stands out like a fucking lethal wound. Tweek is honestly surprised because it’s only been a few days since Davíd and him started dating - the party is only tomorrow! They don’t even need to be drunk to make out?!
Tweek noticed it just before lunch and he is pretty sure Kenny saw it too. But it’s only when Kyle puts back his bag on his shoulders, after emptying it to take other books. The straps shift his vest, just one second, but it’s enough for him to finally see it.
“What’s that?”
“What?”
“That,” Stan repeats and puts his hand right inside his jacket to tug on the collar.
Kyle tries to have a look, obviously not getting what he means, before he must remember and blushes. He quickly shoves his hand away and puts his own to cover it. They all watch them - Kyle clearly having no idea what to say and Stan growing more and more confused.
“That’s a mosquito bite, right?” Kenny cuts the tension, freeing Kyle from Stan’s gaze for a second. “Karen got some too.”
“Mosquitoes? At this time of the year?”
“Yeah, you didn’t hear about it?”
Kenny glances at him and Tweek awkwardly nods. Kyle seems to have retrieved his cool, not entirely by the way he closes his locker.
“I tried to not think about it to not scratch so I forgot about it,” he explains and keeps his hand on it.
“Shit, sorry,” Stan immediately says and cautiously slips his arm around Kyle’s shoulders. “Your mom doesn’t have anything against it?”
Kyle chuckles for a short second. “She does but it smells like death so I didn’t want to put it on at school.”
Tweek stares at them, wondering if Stan is stupid or just trust them that much to not ask further questions. It could look like a mosquito bite but you are probably in denial to have this conclusion. Kenny just shrugs when they glance at each other. Well it’s not like it would help if Stan actually knows about it.
It’s the exact same things as all their hangouts; it never really changed over the years. Stan and Kyle don’t always get lost in each other but when they do it’s pretty awkward to interrupt. Kenny assured Tweek it’s funnier to just watch and see when they realise they aren’t alone. Although this time Stan has noticed that Kyle hangs out a lot with Davíd, often texting his complaints about them having this stupid spanish project. The hickey brings Tweek to realize that Kenny might be right about ‘using sex to move on’.
Tweek wonders if Kyle is happy because of the kisses or actually for Davíd. He wants to ask but he is scared of how he will take the questions after their previous conversation. Davíd is attractive, objectively since Tweek can’t honestly help but compare him with Craig - which is pretty unfair. He isn’t ugly at all, stylish hair that he clearly washes, and he plays football which means he needs to have some strength here and there.
Kenny has predicted that the party will probably be a disaster. Stan would possibly be totally wasted and if he gets jealous then he is going to make a huge scene. Kyle probably won’t take it nicely and they would get in a fight. Which are pretty big possibilities but Tweek would rather not think too much about it - he is already stressed enough about it.
He almost decides to skip but he knows Bebe will be pretty mad, not only about not coming but also that he won’t get an answer about Wendy. When he texted Bebe to ask why it has to be him who asks, she just said that he is cute– which isn’t helpful.
So he simply walks with his friends toward Bebe’s house, considering which gods to pray to for his friends to not get into a fight and that he survives the night for his shift tomorrow. The house is really pretty with some lights out, giving a colorful and appealing view, looking much bigger than just a teenager party. Some people are drinking outside, not bothered by one bit of the snow.
Craig is just against the wall next to the house door, casually drinking next to Jimmy and a bunch of girls. Their eyes meet, just for a split second.
“You guys are la-late!” Jimmy greets with a smile.
“Hi,” Leslie chirps, right next to him, which somehow is weird for Tweek.
“Hey you know what they say,” Kenny exclaims, trapping Tweek against him with an arm around his shoulder as Cartman avoids the other one, “the best come last!”
The house is pretty noisy even from the outside but it’s not too overwhelming. Annie smiles at Tweek when he greets her, passing by, because he can’t bring himself to think of anything else than Craig wearing a shirt - looking like Ghostbusters - and a small red vest. Usually, he comes with a sweatshirt as if he just woke up but tonight he kind of appears to have tried to dress up.
Tweek prefers to take simpler clothes, preferring to look lame than having another of his favorite sweatshirts covered by puke and alcohol. Even three times in the laundry machine hadn’t gotten out the odor and ugly stain from Stan’s puke. He settles his hands in his hoodie pocket and simply follows Kenny’s direction with his arm still on his shoulders. Cartman has already buggered off which is a good sign for the party.
“You guys are here!” Lola squeals, shooting her arms up, on the top of the couch and Clyde’s head appears from behind who is loosely laying under her.
Tweek notices Davíd on one of the seats next to the couch, playing cards with Kevin and Mandy. It’s clear he sees them too because his eyes fly to Kyle.
“Got your hat?” He comments. “You found it?”
“Fatass stole it, but I have this spare one,” he scoffs with a glare in the direction where Cartman disappeared. “I don’t want to know what he did with my old one.”
Davíd chuckles at his comment and leaves his game of cards to come closer to listen to Kyle telling how he kicked Cartman’s yesterday for stealing his hat when he was playing basketball. Tweek notices that Kenny is dragging Stan to the kitchen, which he decides to quickly follow - not looking eager to watch the boyfriends.
Stan is sadly famous for his drinking habits, always beating dumb records relating to alcohol; which makes him act like he is Kyle’s soulmate by how he talks and is glued to him. Kenny and him already had to help Kyle to get Stan off his back–literally and only fo a car ride. Thankfully Stan has only limited himself to drink during parties and rarely, which works for most of the time. Tweek doesn’t want to deal with a jealous, maybe drunk, Stan if he learns about Kyle’s boyfriend.
“Oh here you are hon’,” Bebe greets when he walks in the small group in the kitchen. He smiles back and takes the beer she offers. “Where is Kyle?”
“Talking in the living room.”
“I need to talk to you,” she requests with absolute no care of Wendy and Nichole questioning looks beside her, grabbing him by the arm to drag him to the backyard.
Tweek finds it much more charming than any other backyard; somehow it feels like they are happy to live in South Park with the care they put in the small wooden alley leading to the garden shed and the lights they put here and there. Neither him or his parents seem to care about their backyard, barely even looking at it.
“Is it about—” He casts a quick look behind him to be sure no one followed him. “You know?”
“Means you are going to talk to Wendy, right?” Bebe cheers with a nervous smile.
Her grip grows stronger on his arm once he groans out.
“I just, I’m not sure I’m the best choice to do that,” Tweek mumbles. “She probably noticed that I don’t really care about this things in the first place.”
“No, you can do it Tweek,” she insists, “it’s just a simple chit-chat!”
“About love,” he argues but startles when he hears the glass-door open.
They both turn to see Wendy at the door, curiously frowning at them.
“It’s cold outside. What’s going on for you two to stay outside?” She wonders with a quirky smile. “Gossips?”
Luckily for Tweek, Bebe easily manages to come up with something.
“I was giving Tweek advice about a new haircut, but he is embarrassed so we just talked outside,” she explains with a nudge at him as they walk up to her. “Just keep it to yourself.”
“Oh, what kind do you want Tweek?” Wendy excitedly asks with an effort at keeping her tone low.
He has no idea how to bounce with that and a look at any of the girls doesn’t help. “Urhm, I don’t know.”
Bebe answers Wendy something that he can’t understand if he is honest. Wendy seems to approve of it because she nods and takes out her phone, which Bebe looks at too. Tweek assumes they are having fun with this and that it should be his cue to leave them alone. He might just have to avoid them as much as he can to keep his hair safe from them.
They probably thought he doesn’t like getting haircuts; which is kind of true since he has been scared of scissors as a kid. He can’t understand how anyone could manage to stay still when a sharp object keeps going around their head– it’s insane. Though now he has managed to accept getting his hair cut once in a while to not look like he has a dead animal on his head.
Tweek is already feeling overwhelmed. It’s probably why he tempts himself with a drink which he cautiously mixes to not destroy his stomach. The pressure of Bebe’s request and the possible danger with Kyle and Stan won’t allow him to relax once tonight.
To be honest, he shouldn’t have come in the first place. Tweek doesn’t dislike small parties, which he can almost consider this one to be, as he knows everyone here but he can’t wrap his head around enjoying it. Usually he only comes to watch over his friends–or Craig.
His first party has been what he sort of expected from his imagination. Obviously, not the best one as he drank too much, knew none of the ‘typical games’ and threw a glass full of rhum on Craig’s face. They hadn’t bumped into each other or anything - not that would be too easy. Craig simply asked him what he was drinking and Tweek’s body, sort of instinctively, threw the glass in his face as an answer. When he had woken up, he hadn’t believed that he didn’t get a punch from him and that Craig only threw his own glass in retaliation. It had caused a giant water/alcohol fight and Token got grounded because somebodies, named Kenny and Clyde, had decided that his father’s office needed some whiskey on the carpet.
Everyone is huddled in the living room, minus the TV but instead with another table where Tolkien and Stan are still playing a beer pong game. He opts to watch beside the rest of his class until Bebe and Wendy walk back in and offers to play King Cups.
Tweek opts to take a beer after finishing his glass. He will only drink four drinks tonight and this will be enough. Well six. Since he drank four weird cocktails during the game.
“Five! Alright,” Bebe brightly announces with her card. “Everytiiime someone coughs Clyde loses a piece of clothes.”
“What?!”
Craig coughs right away, ignoring Clyde’s disbelief glare.
“Do it!” Nichole exclaims with an excited chuckle and Tweek joins the general amusement with a snort.
“No! I already have three ru—“ Craig cuts Clyde with another cough, “-fuck you Craig! That’s cheating!”
“I have a cat in my throat.”
“No you don’t!”
Kenny on Tweek’s right dramatically coughs three times in a row.
“Damn that drink is hard,” he comments, fakely clearing his throat.
“OKAY THAT’S IT!” Clyde exclaims, standing up despite clearly tipsy. “I’m not playing anymore! You are all assholes!”
“Just do it, you fatass,” Cartman scoffs back.
“Come on, it's just clothes,” Red adds, visibly bored by how nothing happens.
The music in the background is easily covered by the voices encouraging the game to continue, especially for Clyde to apply his new rule. Tweek isn’t surprised by the turn of the events since Clyde always has the most rules when they play. Though he can’t really understand why it’s always him. Almost everyone purposely coughs by the end of the game; Clyde keeps whining but they have let him keep his brief on at least a blanket.
“Nobody needs to see your dick Clyde,” Bebe pointedly says, obviously not embarrassed since they dated.“Just keep it, the rule is off.”
“Two gulps Tweek,” Heidi chirps up, sitting against the couch and proving to him a four of heart. “Come on.”
Tweek isn’t sure if he should feel unlucky about that but his mind is already laying somewhere at the back of his mind, so he obeyed. She also drinks her glass and Davíd picks a card.
The game continues without a hitch and only more laughter and drunk comments with gossips here and there. Obviously Red is one of the subjects but she bluntly ignores everyone’s questions or nudges - simply saying that Rosa deserved it. She is laying more and more against Kevin, looking like he has barely drank anything. They aren’t that much into PDA, except for when Red wants to make it public knowledge that it’s her boyfriend.
“How do you get your parents out of the house almost each month?” Kyle asks, clearly jealous as he is one of the kids whose parents never leave the town no matter what. He picks the queen card, making Nichole sigh in a fake-defeat with a pointy glance.
“They are still in their honeymoon phase,” Bebe explains, sipping her beer. “I do nothing special. I even have to remind them that we are watching a film as a family so they don’t start to make out in front of me.”
“Ew,” Lola comments with a grimace.
“Well at least they often take romantic weekends,” she chuckles. “And they bought a hot tub.”
“Oh my God!” Clyde exclaims, straightening up. “I completely forgot about it!”
Tolkien glances at him with amusement and a tad of wariness.
“Clyde-”
“Don’t even think about it,” Bebe warns him before running after him after he has a brief hesitation. “CLYDE I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”
They can still hear them screaming but they all focus back on the game as Tolkien clears his throat and picks a card. Everybody excitedly glances between him and the glass in the middle of the circle of cards when they realise he got the last king card. Tolkien already looks sick as he glances between Kevin, Leslie and Craig who put some of their drinks into one when they got the other three king cards.
“I will die if I drink that. Kevin put vodka and rum in his drink,” he argues.
“It’s not that strong.”
“No, just disgusting,” Red points out.
“Come on, bo-bottoms up!” Jimmy cheers.
“Chug chug chug!”
Tolkien grunts as everyone follows the cheering before grabbing the glass. They are all holding their breath, watching him grimacing when he is hit by the smell before finally downing it down.
Tweek is pretty sure he would have started to puke right away, which might actually happen by how Tolkien grimaces and coughs.
“Fuck,” he barely articulates before rushing to the kitchen.
“Could we like– not make Kevin put his drink in the King’s cup ever again?” Wendy offers with a look around. “I don’t want to take someone to the hospital.”
“It’s not like I wanted to,” he argues and drinks his glass. “Stan also drinks weird stuff.”
“I don’t.”
Tweek is glad to see that Stan is still with what seems to be his first beer; perhaps he is planning to have a soft night. There is only an inch between Stan’s shoulder and Kyle’s, the first one loosely supporting himself on one hand - if he happens to have to rely a bit on Kyle it would just be to save his ass from falling.
Tweek has, unlike his friend, given up on sitting straight and is comfortably laying down with a cushion for his head against Kenny - who he lazily nudges to have him notice their friend. He glances at him with a loose smile and questioning eyes before following his gaze.
“What?” He mouths, leaning down a bit to hear better.
“Stan isn’t drinking,” Tweek states.
“He has a beer in his hand dude.”
“Pretty sure it’s the one you gave him, there was only one pack of those and I don’t think he got all of them,” he explains, hoping that it makes sense as Kenny looks puzzled.
“That’s… rare.”
“Right?”
“Instead of eye-fucking each other can you guys play?” Cartman’s loud voice cuts them, sneering when they look at him.
Kenny, as usual, is absolutely not affected by the comment - even letting himself fall right on Tweek’s back which caused him to choke on a breath.
“You are just jealous ugly ass,” Kenny snarks back.
“As if.”
Tweek’s face flush when his eyes catch on Craig, who as most of the people now, is looking at the two blonds. He picks up a card and his brain lacks the proper reaction before Kenny shifts against him.
“Raise your hand to heaven!” He exclaims, a second after Kenny read his card.
“Dammit,” Davíd swears once he realizes that he is the last one to put his hand up.
Kyle laughs next to him and they share one of those looks that would be censored on TV. Davíd nudges him after downing his glass. Their thighs stay glued to each other.
“Three,” Kenny announces once he picks a card, taking a sip of his drink.
Tweek watches the game, often glancing at the proximity between Davíd, with Kyle in the middle of him and Stan is sober, right next to the boyfriends. His brain can’t decide whether this new turn of events should be a good or a bad thing. It’s not like he should feel guilty - he can’t imagine what he could even do. There is no way spilling Kyle’s feelings to Stan or vice-versa could help. It’s not his place and they have already tried. Maybe Stan doesn’t actually like Kyle in the same way, despite having kissed.
“So, hum– what about a little Seven minutes in Heaven!” Nichole requests once it’s her turn to pick a card.
“Oh my God, just pick a card,” Red groans out.
“We aren’t going to play Kings Cup all night, this is just the quickest way to be wasted,” she comments.
“Isn’t that the whole point?” Craig retorts, finishing his own glass.
“I will look for Bebe,” Wendy says, leaving their circle. “We can’t decide without her and Clyde.”
Everyone sort of opts to turn back to their phones or talk between themselves. The game seems to be over as most start to move around, either to restart a beer pong or stretch their legs. Tweek watches Annie sneaking toward Bebe’s phone left behind, to change the music connected to the stereo. The volume is also turned up and Tweek easily recognizes the first notes of the song, letting his chin fall back in his cushion. Kenny is still laying on him but he is kind enough to not actually put all of his weight onto him.
For a moment, his whole body is relaxed. It feels like a peace has finally happened between it and his mind which is a rare feat. Not like they are fighting but it seems that they only keep disagreeing which is why Tweek is always one way or another fucked up. He has never managed to decide whether he is naturally like that or if it's because of his parents’ side business.
Everything sounds oddly far away. He isn’t dead but it feels like he is getting the best rest ever. Something startles him as a coat falls on him - maybe he shouldn’t have settled himself right next to the seat where most people's clothes had been put. He isn’t lucky enough for the coat to be Craig’s light jacket, the only smelling great amongst the rest.
He opens his eyes, surprised at the sudden noise, as he catches on most girls taking the stairs in a run.
“Clyde threw Bebe in the jacuzzi,” Kenny lazily explains to him, knowing well enough that Tweek would rather know too much than not enough.
“What?! I didn’t, she fell in by herself,” Clyde argues, loudly walking in the living room dripping with water and still only in brief.
Tweek swears when some falls on him as he starts to look through all the jackets.
“What are you looking for?”
“My clothes! Who took them! Craig!” He barks, barely louder than the music.
“Not me.”
That makes Tweek chuckle a bit. He tries to push off Kenny's weight to sit up on his ass who playfully fights him off for a second before letting him go.
“Already tired?” He asks with a cheeky smile.
His mouth feels far too dry even after Tweek wets his lips. “No, just drunk too fast,” he admits. “I never drink except at parties so I’m not used to it.”
Kenny laughs and offers his drink, which he takes before coughing at how strong it is and hands it back.
“True, that’s why we better get wasted now,” he cheers on, glancing to watch Stan gingerly sitting next to them before slapping his back, “and that means you too dude!”
He sputters a bit at the hit before frowning.
“I don’t want to drink tonight,” Stan says with a look at the beer in hand, “outside from this but it barely counts like alcohol.”
Tweek watches him without finding any hint of his mood. He could truly hide his feelings.
“Why?”
“Don’t feel like it,” he vaguely answers. “A beer isn’t much but it’s not like I’m totally sober.”
“But totally not having fun.”
“Shut it Kenny, I’m fine,” he mumbles with his focus on looking across the room.
“I think Kyle went to the kitchen with Davíd,” Tweek says, guessing that he is looking for Kyle with an ear out for the small cackles in the kitchen. “And with Kevin, Leslie and Jimmy. Maybe they are looking for more snacks.”
Turns out he is absolutely right as soon after the noises of broken glass and swears, Kyle comes back in the living room with two of the big bowls they all ate before.
“What happened?” Stan asks, smiling a bit as he watches him sit down next to them.
“Kevin broke some bottles of alcohol and then Davíd’s glass split on Cartman because everyone tried to avoid to step on the shards,” he explains, looking up a second when Cartman shouts out that it’s all the fault of a fucking Jew, but he calmly bites on a chip.
Tweek would actually pay more attention to it - if he isn’t more concerned lurking at Craig playing an important beer pong game. No surprise that Craig is obviously kicking Annie’s ass, not exactly well-known at managing to target, but Tweek can’t help but cheer for him in his head. Clyde is actually doing so - still without anything else than his brief on - as he shouts right next to them, switching sides when Tolkien joins Annie’s side.
“There aren't cream chips anymore?”
“I’m pretty sure you finished them, Kenny,” Kyle says, glancing at the occupied kitchen to focus back on the beer pong game.
“Is there still whiskey?”
“How many glasses is it, Tweek?” Stan asks.
“Yeah, that’s my last one. I need to make it worth it,” Tweek explains, clumsily standing up by using the seat behind him.
“Can you bring me another beer?”
Kyle frowns at Stan. “You are still only with beer?”
“Even Kyle has already passed to real alcohol,” Kenny agrees, snorting when he gets a small kick for him.
“Feel up to only beer tonight,” he explains.
“You okay?” He quietly inquires, leaning toward him.
Tweek clears his throat. “Do I need to bring something else?”
With a no, he walks to the kitchen and can’t see any hint of glass despite the wet floor–although he doesn’t let himself relax and opts to step out of, what he believes is, the main way. Cartman is still in a one way argument with Kevin while Davíd helps Lola to clean most of the floor. He wonders if he actually managed to convince Kyle to leave the room to not have him and Cartman into a big fight; a big possibility as Cartman is still spitting that it’s all Kyle’s fault - even asking Tweek to get him. It’s easy to ignore it to go prepare his last drink.
His eyes are glued on the mixed shades before loud footsteps echo from upstairs, which is quickly followed by Bebe loudly announcing a ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven’. She barely has the time to complain about the mess because Lola drags her away from the kitchen. Still, Bebe orders for Kevin and Cartman to clean that up.
Nichole has already placed a bottle in the middle of the living room, at the center of where they sat in a circle. Tweek can’t really understand why she seems so interested in this game but she probably wants to get inside in the closet with someone. He isn’t an idiot, easily figuring out what is appealing, but he could never stand to stay in such a small place with someone - especially with everyone else leering and gossiping about what’s going on in therer.
Wendy has settled down next to Lola and Davíd, with the latter siding Kyle between him and Stan. Do they realize how obvious they are? Tweek would die if he got stuck between two boys like that. Kyle doesn’t seem even affected by the pressure of it, maybe because he is drinking. Maybe two Craig wouldn’t be so bad—oh crap, Tweek will go to hell.
“Who starts?”
“It was Nichole’s turn before.”
“What? I was just proposing an idea.”
“You totally throw a bummer,” Red accuses with a nasty look.
“It doesn’t mean I want to start!”
Tweek hopes karma doesn’t push him in the closet with anyone; the only one he would perhaps enjoy the experience with would give him a heart attack.
“Kyle!” Bebe chirps after finally starting the game.
His friend is already pulling out his biggest frown he has, glaring at the empty beer pointing right at him.
“Bebe you fucking cheated,” he argues back and she looks deeply offended.
“Why would I do that?” She exclaims, incredulous at the accusation. “How could I cheat when the game is turning a bottle, and everyone watched it.”
Kenny laughs as their friend grumbles but stands up to follow her. Tweek tries to not stare when he witnesses the awkward look Stan has on, while Davíd seems perfectly calm and even teases Kyle to have fun. He only laughs when he gets flipped off.
People argue about the music or go get another drink whilst they are in the closet before they come back. Bebe looks pretty happy with herself and Kyle is less annoyed than before; it’s clear nothing happened despite Bebe’s very old crush on him and Tweek is curious what they talked about. Tweek is weirdly excited as the game goes on, probably because of his last drink. That is until the bottle falls on him.
“Tweek and Stan! In the closet!” Nichole excitedly announces the news, almost clapping.
The two victims glance at each other, with a clear agreement about the quality of this game. At least nothing will happen between them.
When they are locked - with Bebe promising Tweek that she will open it if he is starting to feel bad - it isn’t as awkward as when Tweek was stuck with Tolkien almost a year ago. Stan sighs, their legs bump against each other before they both settle down.
“I have a new game on my phone,” he offers and Tweek quickly agrees to do it.
They lost time there thanks to the game which is a good thing Tweek - which is a good thing as he forgot the small place they are in. The rest of the game is a blur, as they start a game of cards while almost everyone gets their turn. Though Tweek quickly has the urge to go to the toilet after almost finishing his glass, he opts to go as the game dies down. Kenny reminds, with a pointed look at Kyle, that it’s not fun when there are no couples stuck in the closet.
Tweek has the bad luck to find the bathroom too busy, stopping him to take care of his urgent business. Clyde is holding onto the toilet, with at least a brown jacket on him now - which Tweek easily guesses that it’s Craig’s because he knows them by heart.
“Clyde, you okay?” He wonders, hoping that it could get his ass to get out so he can use the toilet.
“Yeaaaaah.” Clyde gives a vague sign with one hand, before moving to lean against the bathtub with his head between his knees.
“...I -ngh- need to pee,” Tweek admits, pointing at the toilet. Clyde offers a vague nod despite not looking which he hopes isn’t his way to tell him to go ahead. “Er, maybe– you could go to another room.”
“Fiiiiiiine,” he whines out, properly glancing at him before he loudly groans and decides to lay down.
Tweek sharply exhales through his nose. “Clyde!”
“I’M FINE!”
“Jesus,” Tweek spits out, too tired to do anything else than settling down against the sink. His bladder is aching but he tries to think about anything else than it could explode inside. The option of pushing Clyde out of the room doesn't sound like the best idea, especially when Clyde is twice or even more his weight and will act like a lousy baby; Tweek wouldn’t be able to pee in peace. “Alright -ngh- Clyde, do you feel sick?”
“No.”
“Maybe you could go sleep somewhere,” he offers with a nervous smile before grunting when Clyde just shakes his head. “I need to pee! Get out!” His head is starting to spin with how aggressively blue this room is.
“I don’t want to sleep! Fuck you,” Clyde shouts back. “Just leave me alone…”
Maybe Tweek could pee in the sink. Clyde’s eyes are shut and he looks like he won’t even react to the sound of it– still, he doesn’t want to get his pants down in front of him. But he also doesn’t want to go pee in the garden.
He sighs and crouches down. “Do you want me to call someone?”
“Mmh no…” Clyde barely has the strength to articulate. Tweek’s penis shouldn’t be that different from his or anyone else - nothing to laugh about after all a dick is a dick; no need to be embarrassed about it. “Did you ever— think with your dick?”
“What?” Tweek looks up. “The hell?” He can see that he is probably not even thinking before talking. “What do you mean?”
“With your dick. Thinking,” he groans out, with his cheek still glued against the cold floor.
“Well, right now, I want to pee so– I guess?”
“Not like that,” he disagrees with a deep breath, “wanking!”
“I don’t understand Clyde,” Tweek admits with a groan but it’s a weirdly captivating question. He turns it in his head but he is too worried to understand what he means by wanking.
“Do you think with your dick— sometimes,” he mutters and one of his arms loosely flies over his face.
“Uhm yeah? I guess?” No way are they going to talk about masturbating. Tweek doesn’t want to even think about it because he knows that, at his demise, coffee and a fucked up body doesn’t fight off the hormones from being a horny teenager – especially with one hot tall guy shares most of his classes. He hastily clears his throat and hugs his knees. “Why?”
Tweek frowns when he hears a sob. It takes him a second too long to realize that the cry-baby moment is going to start despite growing up together. The door is kicked wide open before he can try to run away. Red stumbles in, falling on her knees in front of the toilet before throwing up. He grimaces and looks away.
“WHAT IS THAT SOUND?” Clyde screams like he got stepped on, still keeping his eyes closed.
“Sorry guys,” Heidi chirps, following in to hold Red’s hair. “You okay?” She frowns in worry before glancing at them. “You two?”
“What’s happeniiing,” Clyde whines, starting to cry again for no reason.
“She decided to try Kevin’s drink,” Heidi explains as she brushes her red hair with her fingers.
“It’s fucking shit. What am I doing with this guy,” Red hurls, lifting her head from the toilet and grabbing a piece of tissue to clean her lips. She is paler than Tweek expects, hitting him with a sudden fear of Kevin and how he can stand this kind of drink.
“You told me he was great in bed?” She quietly says.
Red blinks at her, looking deeply bothered before diving her head back down to throw again. Tweek opts to try to get out of this mess, carefully stepping up to the door and staying away from the toilet.
“What the fuck are you crying for, Clyde?!” Red screams inside the bowl, clearly pissed off.
Heidi clears her throat and looks at Tweek. “We should call someone.”
“TOLKIEEEEN!” Red shouts at the top of her lungs.
“Don’t scream in the toilet Red! Fuck that’s disgusting!”
“WHERE IS THE MOM?!”
“RED! I swear I will let go of your hair if you scream again!” Heidi warns.
“Who doesn’t scream? Everyone loves to scream,” she mumbles back.
“I do,” Tweek absent-mindely replies, realising that they probably don’t care.
“Fucking Christ, what is happening here?” Tolkien exclaims at the threshold of the bathroom. Bebe is right next to him, glancing curiously inside before grimacing and walking away with a shake of her head.
“TOLKIEN!” Clyde answers, vaguely looking up to see him, “my man!”
“He is crying,” Heidi explains the obvious.
Tolkien sighs, passing a hand over his face before stepping in. “Why are you still without pants, Clyde?”
“Craig stole theeeem…”
“I’m pretty sure it’s Jimmy who did something to them. Are you all okay here?” Tolkien asks with a quick glance at the rest of them. Tweek feels bad about it, but he can’t help but agree about the sort-of joke that Tolkien is really a mom with how kind and the most reasonable kid around it. He opts to vaguely nod before he glances at the duo of girls to change the subject.
“Yeah, just say to Kevin that I hope he dies soon,” Red growls with her head still inside the toilet.
“Jesus Red– you sure you don’t want to go home?” Heidi wonders with a look at her.
“If I die here, I die here. And tell my dad that it’s my boyfriend’s fault so he kills him.”
“Tolkien– TOLKIEN!”
“What, Clyde?” He sighs back. “Please stand up because I can’t carry you.”
“Tolkiiiien,” Clyde loudly whines, restarting to cry. “I want a date.”
“You need clothes first,” he replies. “Also you are the one who said that you didn’t want to bring a girl tonight.”
Heidi cautiously scooches away to give them space to go out; Tolkien thanks her with a smile and drags his friend outside. Everyone could understand why he is so popular; despite being born and raised in South Park, Tolkien grew to be one of the people you would ever link with the town.
“... You okay Tweek?” Heidi asks once the bathroom is only with the three of them.
“I just wanted to fucking pee,” Tweek groans out.
Thankfully, they easily catch on to his request and step out; Red looking still quite squeamish but better than before. Tweek finally gets to breathe out without fighting his bladder.
When he finally walks out of the hellish bathroom, he is relieved to see no one else waiting for their turn - he is pretty sure he has peed very loudly. Luckily, the music is still blasting through the house; which could hint that they have reached the summit of the night. Tweek worries a bit about what he will see since Clyde can’t stand on his two feet and Red pucking all of her weight. He easily recognizes the beginning of the next song, a big sign that two people if not more are going to scream at the top of their lungs– Kenny and Clyde start yelling the lyrics of Everytime we touch.
Because his bladder is, at last, empty, Tweek is hit by a sudden tiredness. He wouldn’t mind just watching the party, but he knows Kenny will grab him to force him to sing along. It’s not that he would mind - Craig makes him feel shy despite that they have been in the same class ever since they were kids. To his luck, Bebe slipped the key for his room in one of his pockets during the party. Tweek is tempted to use it already and he vaguely walks toward it but freezes when he hears muffled voices and shuffles behind the door. His body freezes before he even recognizes that it’s from a very loud and passionate make out. He quickly walks away with a small frown of grimace once he realizes he will have t o sleep in the same room; to every god that there is out there, he hopes it’s just kissing and involves with all their clothes on. How did they even get in there if he has the only key? Tweek can’t guess who could be in there, although he doubts Red would be in the mood to make out with her boyfriend.
He notices the lonely figure sitting on the top of the stairs. Their back doesn’t help him to recognize who it is, nor the two drinks set carefully next to him to let the way free for anyone to pass. Tweek has left his own empty red cup on the small table next to the bathroom before he went inside but since it’s not there aymore he supposes one could be his. After a few steps, he realizes that it’s Davíd. Tweek lets out a breath that he held without realizing but it doesn’t fully relax him since he rarely talked to the guy. He isn’t that good at keeping tabs with friends or even socializing in general even by sharing classes.
“Uh, hey,” Tweek peeps, hoping to not startle him as he joins his side. “What are you doing up here?”
Davíd acknowledges with a smile, looking perfectly sober. Tweek finds it to be the best option to stay to not get dragged in the karaoke and ignore whatever is happening behind; so he sits down once he gets a friendly nod and Davíd scootches closer to the wall to offer more space.
“Watching the possible disasters,” he explains and hands him an empty red cup. “Is it yours? It was sitting there but it almost fell when Jimmy barelled through here with Leslie to get to a room so I took it.”
Tweek gasps and glances at the closed room before offering a quick nod and taking his glass in hand. “That’s Jimmy in here?!” He whisper-shouts, throwing another look at the doorfor no reason. Despite his volume, no one could hear him with how loudly people were singing along with Avril Lavigne.
He nods, smiling to cover a laugh but it only works for a second or two once he meets Tweek’s eyes. “Are they dating? Sometimes I think so, but honestly I can’t tell.”
“Definitely fucking,” Tweek mutters back.
They both snort and Davíd takes a sip of his drink. Tweek loudly exhales, feeling somewhat too warm even though he isn’t in the middle of the party. The party keeps on going strong. He can notice Stan and Kyle busy on the couch, sometimes singing along but they mostly stayed focused on whatever they were doing on Kyle’s phone in front of them. This makes Tweek ponder the fact that Davíd is over here on the stairs, looking like he was alone before he showed up.
“You don’t mind?” He asks, hoping it’s clear enough because he has no idea how to bring that subject - if he even should.
“What?”
“Stan?” Tweek blurts out as he panics at his lack of decency.
It doesn’t bring a bad reaction so he hopes it means it is an okay thing to ask. Davíd simply looks at him before he returns to his observation of the party, eyes trailing on Kyle, sipping on his drink.
“They are best friends,” Davíd comments. “Well super best friends.”
“Ah– yeah.”
And the whole truth is displayed in front of them, the two super best friends watching some dumb videos and exchanging euphoric glances before they giggle, like they haven’t grown up past their ten years old, as they bump against each other.
“And Kyle is great.”
Tweek awkwardly glances away, shifting his feet on the stair. “He, er, won’t cheat,” he feels like he has to say.
Davíd chuckles with a small shake of his head. “I know.”
He nervously stares at his empty drink and he feels silly. It’s not like him and Kyle started going out of nowhere, they have been friends a long time. “Well, yeah, of course.”
“I’m actually the one who gave him the idea,” he quietly admits, setting his drink next to him. “It’s not like he was annoying me because he doesn’t actually talk much about it btut he is easy to read and I wanted to help.”
Tweek feels like he is on a secret and he quickly lowers his tone to match his. “The whole moving on thing?”
He nods. “I usually read those old magazines that my mother brings to the restaurant, to pass time when there are no customers. There is a ton of bullshit about relationships but I thought this one didn’t sound that bad.”
Tweek absently nods as he has no idea whether it’s a good or bad idea; he hasn’t much knowledge about romance and feelings outside from addictions which he knows isn’t healthy. He feels like he needs another drink but he knows his fate is sealed if he walks down the stairs.
“Ah, well. We have some at the coffee shop, only my mother reads them,” he says before biting his lips as his curiosity bubbles at the back of his throat. “Hum– does that -nght mean you actually don’t like Kyle like that?”
Davíd shoots him a quick look and his cheeks seem to have reddened. Without a proper light and his tired eyes Tweek can’t really see more, even though he is sure that he blushed. He couldn’t help but be curious since he is the one who offered the idea to Kyle– it couldn’t be just friendly, was it? Tweek can’t picture himself proposing something like that.
“It’s– kinda,” he stutters out, straightening in his seat before he folds back his arms over his knees. “It’s easy to have a crush on Kyle.”
Tweek can’t agree with his mumble but he holds on to his silly grin. It’s pretty cute to see Davíd less sure of his words but still being honest.
“It’s not my case but– I get it,” he offers as a small apology for prying that much.
He chuckles with a smile of his own before he gulps down the rest of his drink.
“Anyway, it helps to pass the time to read this kind of trash. It was funny until I saw some pages’ corners are folded to bookmark them–” he pauses but holds on the joking tone, which draws Tweek to turn toward him curiously, “the one with the whole sex advices.”
A small gasp escapes him, grimacing a second before he lets out a chuckle. “Your mom read that?!”
Davíd joins his laughter and even nudges him with his shoulder with quick nods. “First I thought what the fuck?! Why couldn’t she take the whole thing back home or whatever but I also don’t want to know any other details about it.”
“Jesus, you read those?!”
“No! Fuck– I almost threw it away when I understood but she would have probably asked and I don’t want that conversation to ever happen.”
Tweek gags around a mouthful of mirth before they both give up and giggle. The karaoke is still going on, with Kenny and Heidi shoutign along Barbie Girl. No one could hear them up there even though they kept snorting here and there. It’s a weird relaxing moment where they are just outside a loud bubble but on their own, still enjoying but not stuck in the heart of it. Tweek likes this kind of moment where his thick wall of worries and questions is swallowed up by his contemplation. Alcohol probably helps him to reach this state where his hands aren’t drowning in their own sweat or his nails aren’t looking to dig somewhere inside of him. Maybe Davíd has the same kind of presence as therapeutic dogs.
He doesn’t know what he is doing on the stairs and can’t find the strength to ask when he is in the same situation. Between the rails of the stairs he can have a perfect view downstairs where the crowd have started to call for Stan and Craig to change their clothes. His tired eyes directly focus on the latter, completely betraying his friend. It’s not a weird subject since people often joked that they sort of look alike but also being their contrast - which also comes from their weird rivalry since they were kids. He doesn’t understand it because they can actually get along. From his own point of view, Tweek couldn’t fully agree with them two looking alike. Sure they have some ressemblances with both of their eyes looking pretty dark if you don’t look up close, along with their black hair, but nothing more than that.
Stan is more muscular than Craig but that’s because football asks if you want to survive any game. Baseball hasn’t required Craig to bulk up much - he doesn’t need that to be attractive. It’s his humble opinion, one that came once Tweek has realized he would need a pacemaker or something because his heart won’t be able to handle the sight. Their height is different, Craig obviously has the Tucker genes where everyone is taller than the sky for some dark reason. At some point, Tweek will have to witness the horrible truth that Craig’s sister will be taller than him. Everyone knows they both love animals - though Craig’s love probably only sticks with guinea pigs - but other than that, their personalities are very different. Tweek has often wanted to say that Craig is the cutest whenever he catches him showing pictures of his pet but that would be pretty weird.
“Whoops, ca-careful Tweeker,” a voice pipes up behind him and he would have jumped at the unexpected hand landing on his head if not for the warning.
Tweek looks up to see Jimmy, next to Leslie who passes between Davíd and him to have a view downstairs.
“What did we miss?” She asks out, smiling at them with a clear glance at her partner in crime.
“Nothing new,” Davíd says.
“Clyde isn’t singing anymore, so we missed the w-worst,” Jimmy comments with a laugh. Leslie follows his move quite happily. Tweek honestly doesn’t know how to handle Leslie. She is either very chirpy or pretty menacing; he trusts his guts to stay away from her as much as he can. “And Clyde still ha-hasn’t found his clothes, i’ts a great par-party.”
They watch them walk downstairs, somehow not looking like they made out but by their hungry bedroom-eyes they couldn’t have done anything else.
“Don’t they fuck everytime there is a party?” Davíd asks as they disappear in the party.
Tweek shrugs, more interested in the fact that the irritating nickname came back - it’s annoying because he still doesn’t have an idea where it comes from. “What is it with Tweeker? It’s weird.”
Davíd frowns at him. “What do you mean?”
Spaz is simple - Tweek understands the picture since he is one but he tries his best to stop his spasms or crises. Tweeker makes no sense and sounds purely stupid.
“I have no idea why people call me that. And now even Jimmy is using it?” He blurts out, feeling a twitch overwhelm him and he wishes he could find out who started it.
Davíd is almost a culprit in his book when his confusion melts off his face. “Well, I heard Bebe using it once, I think. But I don’t know.”
Tweek frowns at him before exhaling. “She told me she heard it before. Maybe it’s Clyde who started it,” he mumbles. “He could have come up with it and Bebe and Jimmy do hang out with him…”
“Oh— Token said it once!“ Davíd remembers, with a sudden understanding. “Isn’t that just a nickname Craig’s group gave you? I don’t think it’s to mock you.”
“Craig?” Tweek echoes, without realizing it is useless but still his lips are wild whenever he is brough up.“Okay… but that doesn’t make sense— Tweeker. Like hooker? Twister? Loser?”
“I think it’s supossed to be cute, don’t overthink it.”
“Well it’s not,” he petulantly argues.
Nicknames always have a second meaning and it’s rarely a good thing. Tweek doesn’t even remember a single good nickname for anyone in his class. Davíd doesn’t add anything, despite looking like he wants to. There can’t even be silence with the loud singing.
“Why are you sitting here?” A deep and unemotional tone comes from the last steps. It’s perfectly flat, unlike Tweek’s pulse that climaxed to a thrilling point at the first word.
Craig makes his way to the top of the stairs, stopping just one step away from their pairs of feet.
“Waiting for the party to crash on itself,” Davíd says with a shrug and meets his gaze instead of evading it like Tweek is doing.
“Clyde is going to try to drink a whole vodka bottle so it may be soon,” Craig joins the joke, his tone almost turning to amused.
Tweek is the only coward as he doesn’t laugh with Davíd - he is too scared of what his body might do if he allows one opening. It’s not that he is drunk but the slight buzz makes him feel feverish and he doesn’t want to be a creep. Davíd glances at him with a surprised frown when Tweek forgot his drink is already empty when he tries to drink it at once.
He makes the fatal mistakes to look up and meet Craig’s eyes.
“What are you drinking?”
Tweek stares at him; he looks like he hasn’t drunk one bit but he has watched Craig many times to notice that he blinks slower than usual– which is a creepy thing to know, right? He still wears his jacket and Tweek wants to steal it to try to sleep with it-
“Alcohol!”
Craig doesn’t seem confused by his blurt out, just a small snort that he could have missed if Tweek’s heart doesn’t have strings tied to Craig’s everything. Davíd is clearly thinking Tweek is weird by his slight clear of his throat and the clear laugh he is fighting off.
There is no way he can trust himself around Craig. Tweek opts to actually find alcohol, because he wasn’t ready yet to join a loud singing contest, to force himself into a coma or something; anything that could stop him from seeing the person he is using as a constant and daily jerk off material. But if he walks down the stairs he might brush against Craig and who knows what could cause it!
Davíd clears his throat. “Anyway, did Clyde get his clothes back?”
“I think Jimmy threw them in a tree or something,” Craig says. “In the neighboor’s garden.”
This makes Tweek chuckle a bit but he decides holding his breath is smarter. At his luck, Davíd stands up when Craig makes a sign that he needs to pass - Tweek almost falls between the gap of the stairs rail when he tries to give him more space. He takes it as his best chance to go get one last drink.
“You know what’s cool?” Tweek wonders out, half asleep and still trying to understand how and when he has fallen from the couch.
“My ass,” Kenny promises, nudging Stan at the same time who is half-sitting and half-laying on the couch.
“The other thing,” he argues.
“My dick?”
“Hum– almost.”
“Tweek, just tell us,” Stan groans out, tugging his hat down his eyes.
“Minecraft,” Tweek says. He also wants to ask why the ceiling is ugly and that Bebe should do something about it.
“...I want to play Minecraft now,” Kyle softly confesses, his eyes still closed and curled in one of the big comfy seats.
“You are both drunk,” Stan comments with a small snort.
“Let’s play Minecraft,” Tweek requests, clearly feeling the buzz of the lack of caffeine in his blood.
“Nerd.”
“Jock,” Kyle instantly answers back as Tweek kicks Stan.
“See you later fuckers.” Red cheers, showing up behind the couch before she weirdly leans toward them. Before she even starts falling, a firm pair of hands catch her sides.
“Bye guys. Also, Clyde is dying in the toilet,” Kevin adds and looking too sober for someone who has the most fucked drinks ever. “Better go outside to pee.”
They just hear a kissing sound after Red groans when he drags her toward the exit.
“What the fuck– is this allowed?” Kenny articulates and Tweek giggles as he repeats it.
“Shut up, Vine is dead,” Kyle grumbles back.
“Fuck you Kyle,” Tweek slurs back.
“You guys are leaving?” A new voice comes through his mind.
He recognizes Wendy before he realizes that he hasn’t spoken with her the whole night–which is like his one stupid job for the night. Bebe is going to be pissed if he comes back with nothing; she is kind enough to give him a room to sleep so he doesn’t get on the floor.
“Yeah, I will bring her back home before she falls asleep,” Kevin says.
“Do you want me to drive you two?” Wendy offers. “I’m sober.”
“No it’s okay, she might throw up again.”
“Oh fuck,” Tweek groans out, grimacing behind his two hands as his fingers massages his eyes to get them open again.
“What?” Stan whispers, possibly trying to sleep even if Bebe is still blasting the music through the whole house.
“I’m a dumbass,” he huffs out and forces himself to look at where Wendy is going.
She walked outside with the couple. A groan is stuck inside his throat as he feels like he can’t avoid it - especially when Bebe has a picture of Tweek in a skirt from Clyde’s birthday party last year and he drank too much. When he rolls from the couch, Tweek is glad to see that his feet are still there and in one piece. What he hadn’t expected is Kenny making him trip back toward the couch. Everyone around him laughs and a distant but brutal ‘spaz’ from Cartman makes him groan against the floor.
“Didn’t you say only three drinks tonight?” Kenny mocks with one of his infuriating smirk, as if Tweek almost didn’t explode his organs when he fell on him.
He kicks him back once he manages to stand back up, making Kyle burst out into laughter - clearly drunk. The alcohol gives Tweek enough bravery to not stop and eavesdrops on Craig talking with Nichole and Scott- he doesn’t even smell him. Good job creep.
Tweek keeps on repeat what Bebe exactly wants him to find out and he steps out of the warm house, hoping that Wendy hasn’t left or something. Luckily, she is right there - looking busy on her phone before turning around and noticing him. She brightly smiles at him, not tired at all, before she puts her phone back inside her pocket.
“My dad keeps texting me, even though I’m pretty sure he drank more than me tonight,” she dryly explains, brushing her raven locks behind an ear.
“Uh,” he tries to laugh, not sure if it was supposed to be funny or not. His parents only text him about his tomorrow shift to ask how he is going.
“Do you feel sick?” She asks with a frown, stepping next to him on the doorstep.
“It’s -ngh- hot in here,” he articulates. “Just needed some air.” The cold night actually clears a part of the fog in his eyes.
“It is noisy,” she comments with a laugh.
Tweek wonders if he feels sick because he gulped down two drinks a moment ago or because of the talk.
“Can I ask you something?” He hides his cold hands inside his hoodie pocket, watching her hazelnut eyes flicker with interest before she offers an encouraging smile and joins him on the doorstep.
“Yah, sure.”
“What—“ There is no way he can say this without making it weird. He understands now why Bebe forced him to ask. It’s not that they don’t talk outside of school but Tweek feels awkward if they haven’t spoken within a day - which means that it’s with a lot of people. He might ask the wrong thing, or feel too prying, and if he just babbles about his boring days then he will be narcissistic. A twitch forces a groan out of him and he frowns at the ground for thinking too much. Why is he drinking if it doesn’t pause his brainfor once? “What do you think about girls loving girls?”
“You mean… homosexual people?”
Right– fuck, there is a word.
“Yeah.”
“Well, there is nothing wrong with them.” Wendy says which Tweek could have easily guessed.“It’s just love. It doesn’t change anything if they have the same sex, despite what assholes can say.”
He only remembers now that she is the one who has started the LGBTQ+ support group at school. Though it doesn’t mean that she also likes girls.
“Right,” he mumbles out, just to not let her think he is ignoring her.
“Why do you ask?”
“Er, uh, well– just wondering about these things, like who is gay-“
“Is it about Stan and Kyle?”
Tweek is thankful for her to continue the conversation but it’s not what he is hoping for.
“No,” he says and bites down a laugh. “Just wondering what you would do if a girl told you she likes another girl? Like to you.” Is it too obvious? No, Kenny often told Tweek that he is a great actor.
He has to look up to check if she is ignoring him or straight-up has walked back inside to leave him alone. Wendy is speechless but probably only because she is thinking. She has a slight frown and her head slithgly quirked before she smacks her lips.
“I wouldn’t mind,” she answers.
“Even if she was with a boy before?”
“Well yeah, it’s not that weird to change your sexuality. Everyone knows it’s possible, especially since more people are questioning themselves and realizing stuff since the subjects are less censored.”
“Yup.”
“Maybe we should stop thinking of putting labels on us like that,” she admits. “I mean my cousin is with a boy and she used to date some girls. Why do we have to pick a label? It’s a color or exact science - just feelings!”
“Uh-huh, yeah.”
He is pretty sure it means Wendy wouldn’t mind, maybe even consider dating? Sure it means she has to be attracted to the person but Bebe just wanted to know if Wendy wouldn’t mind being asked out by a girl - he did his job.
She stares at Tweek pretty intensely, finger tapping against her chin. “Why?”
“Just– I was just thinking about it,” he articulates.
Catching a discreet gasp that the blond should have noticed instead of ignoring it - a faint worry explodes in his heart when she grabs his arm with sparkling eyes.
“You have a crush on a guy!” Wendy exclaims before frowning all conspirationally. “Who is it?”
He shrieks an indecipherable what before spluttering. “No!”
Wendy gasps another time, shaking him, and looks like she could be jumping on her feet like a child. “You love this guy?!”
“ARGH! NO! I— No! I don’t like anyone!”
“Oh come on, you can tell me!” She insists with a wide grin. “I promise I won’t tell, plus I could definitely help you. Who is it? Kenny? Tolkien? Stan? Craig-”
“I don’t have anything for anyone!” Tweek shouts out. “I just wanted to have your point of view on this whole thing! Just curious!”
“Alright,” she concedes with a pout but Tweek - even with only alcohol and no coffee - could guess she isn’t totally believing it.
He decides to take the success of his quest and to go to bed to at least sleep for an hour or two.
“Hey! What’s going?” Bebe calls them out, both of them turning to see her in the opening of the window. “If you’re puking go do it in front of the neighboor’s door!” Tweek recognizes the ‘It’s B.B’ shirt she is wearing, standing for her name and the famous ‘it’s Britney Bitch’, that she got like four years ago.
“Clearing our heads, it’s too hot inside,” Wendy offhandedly comments and nudges Tweek to go back inside.
“You mean I am too hot,” she retorts with a brilliant smile as Wendy looks at her and Tweek feels like a third wheel once again.
When Tweek’s tired body falls on the sweet touch of the couch in the room Bebe promised him - he isn’t even going to look at the bed to forget about Jimmy’s business. It’s after Clyde yelled a ‘It’s so on’ to whoever is challenging in the kitchen; which happened after Cartman and Stan got into a deep rapping competition - it’s pretty embarrassing to witness that and he hopes they are both drunk for their sake. All of this before Tweek almost threw up because he laughed for a good thirty minutes with Kenny when they entered 911 or 69 in Bebe’s microwave.
His fingers are tapping a rhythm against his folded leg. Tweek doesn’t notice how his lips are mouthing the lyrics filling his ears. The tiredness apparently only affects his body despite his eagerness to continue to dance, like he did a minute ago in the empty room. His brain can’t shut up but the rhythm is slowly relaxing him without having the need to cry and dumbly laugh because right now he just wants to sleep.
Tweek probably should hate how music can change his thoughts and his vision of the world. It helps him for a second or too before he remembers everything - one moment of liberation is always welcomed though. Perhaps an addiction could be good. Sometimes it feels like he is listening to his own thoughts except that for once it’s translated for him to understand it.
“Tweek.”
He absently hears someone but it’s only when a touch makes him acknowledge the new presence as he almost jumps out of the couch.
“Sorry,” Kyle breathes out, slightly chuckling and smelling like alcohol - or it’s Tweek. He steps back, allowing him to notice with one opened eye that Davíd is here too, busy closing the window of the guest room. They must have sneaked out on the roof before Tweek landed his body on the couch. Bebe needs to check who has a copy of her guest room’s key. “Your earphones aren’t correctly plugged in.”
“What?” He croaks out and straightens himself with an elbow, one of his earphones falling off the couch. It’s true that it isn’t correctly connected since he can still hear it as well as before. “Crap.”
His friend laughs and throws a blanket on him before he plugs it correctly for Tweek; which is good because he is too sleepy to do anything.
“Goodnight Tweek,” Kyle’s boyfriend says over the music and Davíd must have looked or said something else at Kyle because they giggled out of nowhere as they walked to the door.
The music is actually better now once he can hear it. Tweek curls up under the cover thanking the gods that there are no weird smells left from Jimmy’s business. He swears once he realizes that one of the earphones slipped at his shift.
He can hear that it’s the start of one of his favorite songs and the door opening but he is too focused on trying to catch the earphones with his eyes closed to fully understand Kyle’s exclamation and the reason for it.
“Dude-! Craig, why are you sitting against the door?”
Tweek is busy humming under his breath and finally gets the earphone back on, hopefully to lull him to sleep completely.