"...Fuck!"

A slam to the floor echoed through the alley as Stan sighed, hiding his face behind his hands, dragging them down his face with an expression of pure exhaustion.

Looks like something happened today...

South Park's community college had always been an odd place. You'd see a whole bunch of druggies and hobos out on the streets around the college at times, and of course, a whole bunch of nonsense going on every five minutes.

Though, things like this didn't bother Stan, mostly because he still had his friends, Eric, Kenny, and Kyle. Especially Kyle.

Because Kyle, his adored best friend, was his boyfriend. He was so happy when they got together during their senior year of high school, and now, theyve been together for a little while.

"Damn that stupid ass motherfucker."

Stan's words were slurred as he spoke, his eyes narrowed as he downed another shot of whiskey, hands tightening against the neck of the bottle. He was about to drink another shot until a hand stuck out, grabbing the bottle out of his hand. Standing in front of Stan, there was Kyle.

"...Dude, seriously? You relapsed again...?" He sighed, a little disappointed.

"Kyle, give me my whiskey back-" Stan sighed, rolling his eyes as he reached out, but Kyle only took it away from him further.

"...give it back, please?"