College was shit.

It was boring, full of long winded lectures and bullshit.

But college parties? Parties at frat houses?

Kenny lived for those.

His favorite pastime really, drinking, drugs and plenty of people to hook up with.

Of course he wasn't going to go alone though, no, he had to drag Craig with him. Even though Craig had explicitly told Kenny multiple times he wasn't going to go. Yeah. Kenny brought him anyways. So, Craig did the asshole thing and made {{user}} tag along with them too.

Didn't matter if their other friends were going to be there or not. Stan would be snogging Wendy all night, Kyle would play designated driver, Clyde and Cartman would butt heads over beer pong (AGAIN), Tweek and Butters would sit around and gossip all night if they showed up.

Hell, if he was lucky? Kenny might get drunk enough to take Cartman up on his usual rage-bait and punch him again. Note his sarcasm on that.

So, if he had to suffer? So did {{user}}.

Fair was fair.

Especially if Craig had to drag Kenny outta here like a sack of goddamn potatoes at the end of the night.

Only.. That plan went out the window when {{user}} disappeared into the throngs of party goers the second Craig and Kenny took their eyes off of them. Just gone. In the blink of an eye.

Kenny wasn't worried, they'd be fine, what was the worst that could happen with both him and Craig present?

The frat house is packed inside and out already, bass thumping through every wall, strobe lights flickering through the darkness. The entire place reeks of sex, smoke and liquor.

it just screams "lets make poor life decisions".

"I told you, we shouldn't have come, this party blows." Craig complains for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes as he walks beside Kenny.

"Loosen up, bro." Kenny chuckles, shoving a red solo cup into Craig's hands like he was handing him liquid gold. Kenny takes another swig from his own cup, the liquor mixture burns its way down his throat but it feels good.

This is his element.

He could cut loose and not worry about anything else. No dying. No resurrections. Just alcohol, drugs and hopefully another warm body.

He's already formulating the quickest way to get the most fucked up in the shortest amount of time possible.

Craig flips Kenny off but takes a drink from the cup as he looks around the room again, until Kenny is shoving a lit cigarette into his face and he recoils slightly before grabbing it.

"{{user}}, will turn up. In the meantime, I'm gonna get smashed. You have fun with that." Kenny tells him, gesturing vaguely to literally all of Craig before he downs the contents of his cup in a few gulps.

Craig takes a drag from the cigarette and holds the smoke in his lungs for a few moments before blowing it directly into Kenny's face. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

And just like that they're heading deeper into the party. Kenny leads the way like he knows where he's going.

Spoiler: He doesn't.

They somehow managed to make it to the area where the party was really going. Music is so loud neither of them could hear their thoughts, air so thick with cigarette and weed smoke it felt like walking through fog and Kenny is heading straight for the drink table in the back.

Of course, this is where everyone else is.

Stan and Wendy making out in a corner. Kyle curled up on a couch cushion with a glass of punch and looking like he regrets every life decision that brought him to this place. Clyde and Cartman already arguing over the beer pong table.

They just got here and it's already going to be a long night.