What Happened Last Night? | By : TheHorneyScorpio Category: +S through Z > South Park > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 3346 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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While avoiding various plastic cups and almost empty beer cans strewn about the floors of his house, Stan maneuvered through the remnants of last night’s party while being on the lookout for any more passed out guests.
Geez, if I knew I would be cleaning up this much of a mess I would have just had a small meetup with Kyle and Kenny at a pizza place or something.
The thought of Craig and Tweek helping him clean up made the idea of house cleaning more bearable, and he was sure he could convince Kenny if he gave him a few buck, and of course Kyle would help out no problem. But…..
The idea of Kyle brought him back to thinking weird thoughts about his best bud. So far he talked to three people and only Kenny was able to shed some light on what had really happened at the party. And even then he couldn’t fill in all the blanks for him about what happened after they last saw each other.
He moved down stairs to the living room to hopefully find someone else who could help him before he had to wake up Kyle or Wendy in his room. He took one glance at the room to fully accept what he was looking at. While there were more cans of alcohol and plastic cups as expected, there was also an abundance of clothing all around the living room. And not just winter jackets and scarfs, oh no, there were shirts and pants as well as a few bras and panties in various locations, a bra was on the TV hanging over the side, the railings of the stairs had a small pile collected near the banister which looked to come from more than one person from seeing a skirt and some boxer briefs on top of the pile. Looking over near the dining table the was of course the last remains of the beers and other such drinks that everyone had gathered on the table last night, while Stan couldn’t remember how much was brought in, the evidence of dozens of cups and cans leaves little to the imagination. Lastly, hanging over across from the staircase was what looked to be a passed out Clyde leaning over the wall wearing only a white T-shirt….and was totally naked from the waist down.
Stan pinched the bridge of his nose knowing full well he needed to wake up Clyde not only to get some information out of him, but also to make sure he was decent enough to eat breakfast with. Stan moved towards Clyde and leaned in to shake his shoulder.
“Clyde, hey Clyde are you passed out or just dead?”
The shaking only got a mild guttural sound from Clyde which showed he was at least alive but not awake yet. Stan shook him harder and spoke a little louder so he could hear.
“Clyde, you gotta wake up dude, Kenny is making breakfast”
Finally Stan was able to get a response from him.
“zzzh, ugh, w-w-what? Who’s calling me a doofus?”
“No Clyde, breakfast, Kenny is making us something to eat”
“Oh….breakfast…okay, I guess I am really hungry”
Clyde made an effort to raise himself off the wall but he didn’t look like he was able to control his own body quite right. Clyde raised his hand up gesturing for Stan to help him up while trying to blink the grogginess out of his eyes. Stan moved back and grabbed his arm and pulled the teen up from the wall. As Clyde was being pulled up he tried to adjust to the sudden movement but lost his balance in an instant, falling forward onto Stan. Stan being almost overtaken by Clyde’s momentum was able to move into position and stop them both from falling onto the ground which lead to Stan clutching Clyde into his arms, almost like a hug.
“Oh, oh god, eh, sorry”
Clyde tried to apologize as he tried to move away from Stans grip as he tried one more time to stand on his own feet, this time with more success.
Clyde ran his fingers through his brown hair and tried to rub his eyes to gain better vision.
“Stan, could you turn off the A/C I’m feeling really cold right now”
“The A/C isn’t on dude, you’re just naked”
Clyde gave a small look of disbelief before trying to check for himself.
“Stan quit joking around and turn off th- what the fuck!?”
Realizing he was exposing himself to Stan shocked him awake as he tried to cover his dick with his hand as he tried to look for his pants or underwear by visually scanning where he was just sleeping.
“Dude, why didn’t you tell me I was naked!?”
“I was gonna tell you, I just had to wake you up first”
“You were looking at me naked were you?”
“Why would I want to do that Clyde?”
“Well why else would I be naked? You probably undressed me last night while I was passed out or something and took advantage of me or something”
“Why do you think I did it, are you saying you don’t remember taking off your clothes at the party?”
“Why would I want you to see me naked? I’m not gay, and you’re a weirdo for seeing me naked like this”
Stan once again pinched the bridge of his nose while attempting to contain his desire to throw Clyde out of the house wearing only his shirt, but Stan took a deep breath before he replied back
“Clyde, what do you and me do after school 3 days a week?”
“…..Uh…….football practice?”
Clyde was confused why Stan was bringing this up now
“And what do we do after practice before we go home Clyde?”
“…….we……got to the showers and then….change our clothes?”
“Yes Clyde, we go to the showers, and guess what? I’ve seen you naked there dozens of times, and you’ve seen me naked there dozens of times, so why in the world do I need to undress you here to see you naked?”
Stan wasn’t trying to hide his pissed off mood in his voice as he poked at Clydes chest as he waited for an answer and with Clydes face of realizing how stupid he sounded just a minute ago he moved his head away to avoid eye contact with Stan.
“Oh yeah, that’s right, you see me in the showers all the time…..uh…..”
Clyde was pushed back to a mental wall with having to explain his logic against Stan, he tried to look back at Stan who’s face only gave him a ‘I’m waiting’ sort of look right at him which pierced through Clyde really well
“I uh, I don’t know……..I’m sorry, you’re right”
Stan took one big sigh to release his pissed off mood and tried to bounce back with a not so mad response
“…Its fine Clyde, I just woke up too and im upset I got a lot of work to do around the house before my parents get back here”
Stan didn’t want to bring up the fact that he was also dealing with his memory problem of what happened last night between him, Wendy and Kyle which had them all wound up sleeping together in his bed naked. He was already starting to worry about the worst case scenario that they all had sex together, but if that is what happened, then their relationships with each other were going down a weird and unexpected path and Stan didn’t want that to be true.
Cylde answered back not knowing what to say or do now that he was just called out for being an idiot.
“Oh well, if I get dressed and eat I could help you clean up a bit, I guess I did cause some of this mess”
“Thanks Clyde, I’ll help you find your clothes, just tell me what they were”
Stan gave the boy a pat of the shoulder before he tried to scan the room for Clyde’s missing pants and underwear.
“Uh well, yesterday I had red boxers and….I think black pants too”
“Alright, check that little pile near the stairs, ill check everywhere else in the living room”
Clyde rummaged through the pile as Stan moved all through the room looking for anything that matched Clydes description. As Stan was looking around he decided now would be a good time to ask Clyde what he remembers from the party.
“So Clyde, do you remember anything at all from last night?”
“Hmmm…..other than drinking a lot, I remember dancing with Red and Bebe, I remember talking with Token for a bit…..but I don’t remember much”
“So….you don’t remember me or Kyle or…….Wendy?”
Clyde paused from looking in the pile to concentrate.
“No I don’t think I, wait…….oh yeah, I do remember you and Kyle arguing over something”
Stan stopped what he was doing to pay attention while also trying to hide the urgency in his voice
“What, what do you remember us arguing about?”
“I think…..i heard you say you didn’t like him that way, but I don’t think Kyle could accept what you were telling him or something…..did you two break up?”
“What? What are you talking about, we aren’t dating, I’m seeing Wendy you know that”
“Yeah, I guess I didn’t hear you guys right, my memory isn’t so good right now, I might remember more if I eat something I guess”
“Anything else?”
Stan needed anything he could go on and he was hoping Clyde could give him something, just a fraction of a clue as to what the hell happened last night.
“Uh….oh, I do remember that when you guys were don’t arguing you went upstairs with Wendy and Kyle walked out the front door, I don’t think I saw him after that”
“Oh, alright, thanks for telling me”
Eventually Stan and Clyde found his boxers, pants, and his letterman jacket which were al scattered around the room with no rhyme or reasoning to how they ended up where they were found. Clyde got dressed and made his way to the kitchen to help Kenny with the breakfast he was making. As Stan cleared the table of all the drinks so the group could have a place to sit he tried once again to replay what happened at the party as Clyde described, Clyde said he and Kyle were arguing about him not liking Kyle ‘that way’, and Kyle left and him and Wendy went upstairs for some reason. The more he tried to rationalize this all ends with all three of them naked in his bed wasn’t helping to jog his memory, it was almost as if someone else was Stan last night. Like none of what happened really happened to Stan, but to someone else.
With a defeated sigh and Stan took a seat and rested his head on the cleaned up table as he tried to give his brain a rest as he muttered to himself:
“At this rate, I might have to talk with Wendy and Kyle about what happened last night”
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I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far, its been fun having to write a story based around the South Park characters, and i hope it shows in each chapter! See you all next time!
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