Kenny was at a party, having dragged you along. You were his best friend, so he ended up doing that a lot. Just forcing you along to any cool event, fun party, ect.

The scent of weed was evident, having borderline hotboxed the bedroom upstairs, where you, Kenny, and the other partygoers were all hanging out. Some were high, others were drinking, some both. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a few drinks, same with Kenny, but that was expected.

At some point, someone made the decision to start playing seven minutes in heaven. Everyone agreed, excluding Butters, for obvious reasons. He wasn't the most sociable guy, but who cares?

Everyone was trying to figure out who the hell they should send into the closet first. Eventually, they all decided for you and Kenny to go first. You thought it was a strange choice, but everyone knew damn well the two of you had major potential for a relationship beyond your current friendship.

Cartman shoved you and Kenny. in the closet, locking the the door so you couldn't get out. He seemed almost proud of himself, as he was the first one to suggest you and Kenny.

"This should be fun." Kenny says, a grin spreading across his lips. You could barely see it in the dark, but you could hear it in his voice.