So~ Style (South Park.)

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Apologies for the Style. I just made the puppy thing and now I wanna write smut. So. Fuck it.
Warnings: SMUT BECAUSE SOMEBODY HAD TO MAKE ME WANT TO WRITE SMUT MID WRITING A TRILOGY! AND CURSING BECAUSE I'M FUCKING UNABLE TO STAY A SENTENCE WITHOUT CURSING LIKE TWO TIMES IN 20 WORDS! AND ALCOHOL BECAUSE I NEED A REASON FOR STAN AND KYLE TO FUCK!
Ages: 21 both.
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Kyle's POV.

I look at Stan before taking the drink.

"I haven't seen you drink this much. I don't think I've seen you drink," Kenny says.

"Look. Like everyone, I have shit to drown in alcohol and that is exactly what I am going to do, thank you very much," I say.

"What is it?" Kenny asks.

"Have you ever loved someone so much it physically hurts you?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says.

He takes the next beer he can get and sips it.

"But oh damn does it hurt when they are hurt. If you're talking about Stan, go for it," Kenny says.

"Who do you like?" I ask.

"I'd rather... I'd rather keep that to myself," he says.

He looks down.

"But he is not here, nor is his fucking stupid ass girlfriend and I'm going to have fun, no matter, what the fuck I feel like tomorrow," he says.

I grab a beer.

"I would say amen but you know-," I say.

"Yeah, I do," he says.

~After a couple of drinks.~

"You know. Fuck it," I say.

"Yeah, go for it," Kenny says.

I take the final one before I, very fucking weirdly, walk up to Stan.

"What is it?" He asks.

He is also a bit drunk from what I can tell... not as drunk as I am, that's for sure.

"I love you," I say.

"Love-? How drunk are you?" He asks.

"A bit," I say.

"Dude. Don't go around giving people miniature heart attacks!" He says.

I fall over, landing over him.

"But I do fuc-fucking love you, I just cannot fucking find the courage to say it," I say, crying slightly.

"Oh great. Oh why could you not be a happy drunk? No, you just had to be as emotional as me!" Stan says.

"I love you so much, I can't," I say.

He sighs.

"Even if they say drunk man sober mans thoughts, that's not true," he says.

"Do you not love me?" I ask.

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