My brothers best friend (South Park creek)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Michaels POV

All night all day.
Ever minute every hour.
Dancing, chatting, Partying.
Not totally hardcore......
No way!
If you couldn't detect the sarcasm there's something seriously wrong with you.
I AM A PARTY ANIMALLLL.

I've always known even from a young age that an average job wasn't for me.
Like hells no.

Ive always been very smart like I mean very, but I do what I do because I enjoy it.
Plus being a music producer, a successful one, takes time.
Yes I'm doing well with that but at least with being a stripper I have something to fall back on.
Producing careers can die just as fast as they begin if your not careful.

But back to the real shit.

I don't get why people such as myself in the 'sex industry' are so looked down on.
I have respect for myself it's just that it's my body, and I'm fucking sexy.
I think that my figure should be shared with all the men and women who come into this club.
Judge me all you want, haters gonna hate.
And Haters gonna go back to their shitty Tesco jobs.
Oops consider your tea spilled.

"Mike it's for you."
"How many times have I told you! Don't ever shorten my name to be like that cunts." I hate that neon green wearing git.

"He doesn't even go by Mike tho at least not most of the time."

"Don't care I'm not Mike. Now if you'll excuse me I'm in the middle of a lap dance."

Henrietta Huffs putting the phone on speaker.
The gentleman reviving my lap dance looks kind of pissed.
"For fuck sake Mike, Michael no one cares get your ass home I'm worried about Tweek."
A worried Craig then ends the call.

Fuck.

******

"What should I do? Should I leave him alone? Should I shake him? Does he need a doctor,"

I've never seen Craig so concerned about another human before.
I never expected to see him react like this to anyone yet alone my BROTHER.
Jesus what is the world coming to?

"Uhhhh he just needs the colour yellow to like snap snap."

Craig stares at me in disbelief.

"What? You pulled me out of work, expect me to be sober ha stupid dinky diddly donkey."

"Are you serious?"

I roll my eyes.
I walk out of the room for a minute in order to find something yellow.
Or just any bright colour.

"Tweeeeeek look into the bowl."

I basically shove the bowel into Tweeks face.
It takes a while but he slowly  stirs.
"Fucking custard? Michael fuck you."

"Your welcome."

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