Second oneshot book

Bar~Stenny (South Park.)

Warnings: Maybe cursing and the way they speak might be sexual.
Ages: 19. AU of them not really knowing each other.
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Kenny's POV.

"Hey cutie."

He jumps up, looking at his friends, who just shakes his head.

"Which one?"

"You."

He smiles.

"What is it?"

"Oh no, I just had to make sure I wasn't seeing things. I haven't seen such a pretty guy around for a while."

He laughs.

"Thanks. You aren't bad yourself."

"Leo, don't leave me to third wheel these two."

"C'mon, Ky, you're not being a third wheel."

"Oh I most certainly am. Now excuse me, I have to find my boyfriend, he ran off yet again."

"I swear! If Leo ran off any more, he'd need a leech."

Ky laughs.

"Good luck, Stan. And hey, loosen up a little."

He walks away, yelling out for this 'Leo'.

"So you're in a gay bar....—," I start.

"Oh no, I thought this was a straight one," he says, sarcastic beyond believe.

Oh this is my type of guy.

"Into guys?"

"Bold of you to assume I can answer that. But yes. But the last goddamn time, this is a gay bar, you yourself started this conversation with that fact so if I wasn't into dudes, I would be in the wrong goddamn bar. Not that straight people can't come, I just know this is a gay one.... for a fact! And I don't know if Straight people would enjoy, at all... I'm not fucking straight in the slightest."

"Oh of course. Say. Can I offer you a drink?"

"Depends. How drunk would you like me?"

"Sober enough to remember me."

"Then wouldn't recommend. My memory gets hazy really easily."

"But what if I got your number first?"

"I mean, sure?"

He gives me an actual card with his name and number.

"Can I call now? Just to make sure you didn't accidentally give the wrong number?"

"Sure. But send a text, can't be bothered with a call."

I put the number in and send a text. His phone buzzes near immediately.

"Aw thanks," he says.

"I had to appreciate how pretty you look," I say.