Tweek was still unconscious so they made Craig watch over him, even though he didn't really need anyone to watch him.
Token and Dovahkiin were both having a drinking contest, but since Dovahkiin doesn't drink, they were doing it with water.
It sounds boring yes, but there's a twist.
It's HOT water.
With chilli pepper inside.
"I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!" Token yells as he runs over to the comfort room.
"Hahahahaha!!" Clyde mocks.
Stan was now playing call of duty with Kyle, as if nothing had happened earlier.
All of a sudden Butters had an idea.
"Hey fellas! We should play truth or dare! So we can all play something that's not on the computer for once..." He suggests, smiling at Kenny who agrees with his idea.
Everyone just shrugs, agreeing.
Token arrives surprised that everyone was sitting on the floor with the bottle he threw earlier at the middle of everyone.
"Lemme guess, you guys are playing truth or dare"
"Yup!" Clyde nods, tapping an empty space beside him indicating that Token should sit there.
Then smirks for a while and then plops down.
"I'll play.... but let's change the rules a bit"
Clyde gulps excitedly, whatever twist it is, it's gonna be cool since Token's the one who came up with it.
"Let's fuck everything up... shall we? I have here a box that me and some foreign friends made a long ago for games like these" Token grabs a box that was under an empty bed.
He opens it and the box had rolled up papers.
"These are all.... weird truth or dares that they wrote. And don't worry, I haven't seen a single dare yet, so it's not cheating"
He places the box on the side and grabs the bottle, giving everyone a sign he's going first.
Craig leaves Tweek since he wasn't heavily breathing anymore and sirs down beside Butters who was shaking with excitement.
"Okay.... bottle.... goes to... CRAIG!"
Everyone yells.
"Of course." Craig rolls his eyes.
"The moment I decide to sit down, I actually get chosen first"
"Yea yea, shut up and just pick from the box!" Clyde pushes the box to Craig.
Craig sighs and grabs a random paper, not actually giving two shits what he gets.
"Sit on one if your friends' face..."
Everyone's yelling intensifies more when they all stand up (except Kyle and Dovahkiin) and start pushing Craig to Tweek who was still sleeping.
"Are you fucking serious?!" Craig argues. But it's too late.
They were all forming a circle so he sighs in defeat and slowly tries to sit on Tweek. After feeling the light face on his ass, he immediately goes down and rolls on the floor.
Face extremely red.
"These truth or dares ARE great!" Clyde yells, holding the box up just to slam it back down.
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The people who drunk alcohol or beer or shit were now all drunk. The game was over. The only sober ones now were Craig, Kyle and Dovahkiin.
Tweek had already woken up at this time and actually joined most part of the game. (He was drunk too)
A lot of weird shit happened.
DavÃd got dared to remove his shirt, which was the easiest dare they had all got. Clyde was dared to suck the largest banana they could find in the house, Kenny had to wear a bra for most of the game, They made Butters run out on the hallways naked, Kyle was forced to twerk, Craig again was unlucky enough to get chosen and had to flash everyone his nipples for a few seconds, Dovahkiin had to rub someone's crotch for 10 seconds (of course he was smart and just did it to himself), and more crazy dares that I don't wanna type anymore because my hands hurt like shit.
And the only one who didn't get one single dare was Stan.
He got a bunch of would you rathers and truths like, "Would rather get raped by a bunch of old women? Or rape your one of your friends?" or "Would you rather lick the toilet after everyone has used it, or eat your own shit at least once a week?"
Stan was kinda disappointed at the non thrillness.
But right now he was hella drunk so he had probably had already forgotten about it.
"H-Hey! DavÃd!!" Stan slurry yelled at the Latino.
Kyle was surprised to notice that even DavÃd was also drunk, because he thought DavÃd didn't drink.
"You know.... I was planning to... toooo... be all t-touchy with Kyle n'shit to make you realize... H-He's mine!! Kyle's my best friends okay? So just go fuck off!"
DavÃd, though drunk, also answered.
"Whaaat? Sick move asshole! No wonder why you kept on glancing at me as you h-hugged Kyle! Asdfdfgshf!!"
By now, both were murmuring gibberish that no one understood.
"Where's Clyde and Token?" Kyle whispered to Tweek, who was drunk, and was staring at Craig's sleeping form.
Tweek blinked for a few times, mind probably processing who was talking to him.
"......." Twerk simply points at a closet and spins his head back to Craig. Continuing on staring at him.
'W-Weird...'
Dovahkiin was just following Kyle, not wanting to get involved with the drunk people they had at the moment.
Kyle signalled at Dovahkiin to follow him towards the closet. Both didn't even know why they were looking for Clyde and Token.
They just wanted to do something to pass their time AND not get drunk while doing it.
As they went closer and closer... They slowly heard moaning.
The sound made Kyle flush, but he still kept on going for some reason.
He glanced over at Dovahkiin behind him, who was now grinning. 'Why does everyone keep one saying Dovahkiin doesn't have any facial expressions?? He does so...' Kyle wondered.
"A-Agh~ Token! N-Not too rough!!" They both heard a high pitched voice squeak from beyond.
Then a slam followed the sound.
"I fucking warned you not to tempt me Donovan. Now here's your punishment!" The person who spoke, who was obviously Token, replied.
"A-Angh! Sh-Shit!! I don't wanna be punished~ I'll be a good boy! Promise!! Just don't punish me~"
"Too late for that..."
"N-Noo!! Hyaa~"
Kyle grabbed Dovahkiin and ran enough to another corner of the room, blushing really hard.
"It seems like Clyde wasn't so 'virgin' after all" Dovahkiin smirked, as each word made his voice get deeper.
"Oh shut up. Why do you just talk to me again?" Kyle asks, wanting to change the topic.
Dovahkiin shrugs and whispers to Kyle he has to go get something.
Kyle was just sitting on one of the beds, kicking his feet up and down, obviously bored.
Suddenly a huge figure ran up to him and clung to him like a leech.
"W-Wendy! I'm sorry.... Please... don't be mad.. Wendy Wendy..." The figure, Stan, muttered as he clung harder to Kyle.
Kyle felt his heart clench.
I thought he didn't care about Wendy anymore...
Kyle sighed to himself.
I knew it was just blissful thinking...
Kyle tried his best to do a high pitched bitchy voice, to imitate Wendy's.
"It's okay Stan! I love you!"
Kyle fakes a smile and cups Stan's face.
Bit Stan still has the same confused expression that he had from the start.
"No, No... No! You don't understand! You have to listen to me! I'm sorry I called you "Kyle" when we tried to make out earlier" Stan yells, holding Kyle's hands that were on his face.
Kyle blinked.
'W-What?'
'I'm sorry I called you "Kyle" when we tried to make out earlier'
Did he hear that right?
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*I don't know what to right here now~ No one probably reads this anyway! So, I'm thinking of making Token and Clyde have their own book, bit it'll be after I finish Tweek and Craig's. Also, SLOWER updates since exams are coming! Sorry... ;-;
Be sure to vote IF you liked the chapter! And if you didn't well... uh... This is awkward....
J-Just give me the good old blank.
XD
~Babai! ;)