[3rd Short] Kenny, Henrietta, Kyle and Raven (Stan)
Summary: During the evening, Kenny and Hen invite Kyle to smoke up for the first time and the three hang out peacefully. At least until Raven comes to crash their party.
Takes Place: Saturday, August 11th, early evening
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle picks up a rock and skips it across the moonlit waters of Stark's Pond, waiting on his friends to get there with the goods that he would apparently be partaking in tonight. Hopefully.*
kenny mccormick
*Shows up all fashionably late, looking around before waving at Kyle* Sup, dude?
henrietta biggle
*shuffles awkwardly down the road with a bag knocking against her legs. She stops at the foot of the water's edge and wipes a bead of sweat from her neck* Ugh. Summers are disgusting.
Kyle Broflovski
*gets up, dusting the grass off his jeans* Hey Kenny! Not much tonight other than, well, this. *grins*
kenny mccormick
*grins at both of them before lifting an eyebrow at Hen* Winter's worse, man, stuck inside. *starts digging through his pockets* So guys I got the hook up in Denver it was pretty sweet
Kyle Broflovski
*blinks curiously, eyeing Kenny's pockets and then the bag that Henrietta has*
henrietta biggle
I, uh, did too. *completely forgets about formal greetings* Do you want to compare stock, because I doubt what I have is any better.
kenny mccormick
Man not like Kyle's gonna know the diff but yeah what'd you get? *pulls out a baggie with some buds, and the new pipe he got with it*
Kyle Broflovski
*scrunches up his nose a bit, glaring at Kenny in spite of the truth of his observation*
kenny mccormick
*just shoots him a grin, unperturbed*
henrietta biggle
There were a few with obscure names that I am yet to give a shot... You're less of a Scrooge, though. *lets her bag plop on the ground gently and puts her hands on her hips* It better be good.
Kyle Broflovski
*grins back after a moment or two* Ugh, yeah, dude. Kenny's right. I don't give a fuck. I just...wanna relax tonight.
kenny mccormick
Some Northern Lights, some Crimea Blue... Some shit I've never seen, but smells fucking amazing. *peers into his bags before shrugging again* Let's try that shit, might as well pop Kyle's cherry nice and good, yeah? *winks at him before nodding towards the waterline* I wanna sit my ass down though
henrietta biggle
*makes a hearty raspberry noise* Pop his cherry? Wow, what great terminology.
Kyle Broflovski
Ever the image of inappropriacy, my friend... *chuckling, Kyle follows Kenny to the edge of the pond*
henrietta biggle
*shrugs, follows, and proceeds to stand beside them*
kenny mccormick
First time with weed's a big deal, dudes, it's like, a whole life event and shit. Just saying. *plops down onto the ground and starts packing his pipe, tilting it back and forth to examine before graciously offering Hen the first hit*
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle gulps a bit and shrugs* I dunno. It doesn't seem like that big of a deal to me... *But in all actuality, it is. He just doesn't wanna show it.*
henrietta biggle
Hah, Kenny, don't scare the poor guy. Kyle's on the brink of nervous shaking. *lighter ready, she gratefully accepts and inhales the most potent hit*
Kyle Broflovski
No I'm not! *crosses his arms* I'm fine.
kenny mccormick
*grins, lazily, and waves his hand for the pipe*
henrietta biggle
*hands it over with some hesitation* You don't have to prove anything or try and act totally cool and in control, Kyle. You shouldn't have to care about our opinions. I mean, really, what's the point?
Kyle Broflovski
*watches both of them intently as he finally takes a seat as well, next to Kenny* I don't. I'm not! I'm just...ugh....I dunno... *a soft laugh* I guess I am, a bit. So much is /out/ of my control in this place. It's nice to have a little bit of authority over myself, you know? Or at least pretend I do... *sighs, still watching Kenny*
kenny mccormick
*lifts eyebrow, pausing for a second* Then dude dunno if mind-altering drugs is really the like, lifepath for you and shit, right? Clear minds or whatever? *doesn't really wait for a response before lighting up, leaning forward so Kyle can see how to do it and taking a long hit*
henrietta biggle
We're not here to pave the concrete for a lifepath, Ken. *shrugs, kicking her Mary Janes (the shoes not the drug) off and over with her bag on the ground. Freedom at last.*
kenny mccormick
I'm a certified fucking life path contractor man got my whole electrician liscense and shit. *hands Kyle the pipe carefully before waving a hand around in a vague circle, demonstratively.*
henrietta biggle
*laughs into the back of her hand and quickly shuts up to watch*
Kyle Broflovski
*gets a stern face, holding the pipe gingerly* Yeah, I definitely want this. Everything else I've done so far just wears me out - alcohol, relatinships and bullshit..and I won't know if I even like it unless I try it, so... *with another soft sigh, Kyle holds the pipe to his lips, mirroring Kenny's actions as he takes his first hit, holding it in has he passes the pipe back to Henrietta*
henrietta biggle
I hope you know what you're doing. *Hen speaks with mild skepticism and a raised eyebrow, refusing to do anything but hold the pipe as Kyle makes his first attempt*
kenny mccormick
Man, who really knows what they're doing, really? *flops backwards, shaking his head*
Kyle Broflovski
*blows smoke into the sky, only coughing a little bit* I try, Henrietta. That's the best I can do.
henrietta biggle
*nods in approval, which is very rare for a Goth, and holds the pipe up as she takes another hit. Watching the smoke float away into the air, she notices the sun setting. Hello, poetic opportunities.* Here, Kenny. Do you have any smartass comments for that? *places the pipe in his hand*
kenny mccormick
Nope! *grins, half sitting up and taking a second hit very intently. After a second, he blows out the smoke in a thin stream* Sounds like a good fucking idea, for real.
Kyle Broflovski
*smiles, also taking a moment to enjoy the colors that the setting sun is painting along the skyline*
henrietta biggle
*stands with her bare feet touching the nasty pond water, arms crossed*
kenny mccormick
*eyes Kyle for a second before glancing back down into the pipe and waving it at him* Here, dude, want the last of it?
Kyle Broflovski
*shrugs a bit* Sure. *and takes the pipe from Kenny to finish it off*
henrietta biggle
I feel... like plunging... face first into this water.
kenny mccormick
In a... like, taking a swim way or what?
Kyle Broflovski
*starts to say that's a bad idea, but for some reason it actually sounds like a really /good/ idea* Swim way! *Kyle agrees*
henrietta biggle
More like, to drown. Metaphorically. Or. *smiles*
Kyle Broflovski
*gives the pipe back to Kenny since Henrietta seems preoccupied*
kenny mccormick
*just blinks really slowly before glancing at Kyle and back, sitting up.* Man drowning metaphors are the fucking dumbest shit, dude, not how it actually feels at all. *just shakes head and puts pipe aside for now*
henrietta biggle
What does it feel like then, oh, master of death?
Kyle Broflovski
*tilts head thoughtfully* Yeah.
kenny mccormick
About as shitty as falling but not nearly as shitty as fire. Unless it's the lots of smoke kind of fire. Hahah. But it's a fuck of a lot messier than like, poems about sinking and shit are some bullshit right there. *shakes his head again, this time at the poor ignorance of dudes who write books about shit*
Kyle Broflovski
But what if it's different for Henrietta than it is for you? *is thinking about the multiple times he's died at SPRC when they had curses*
kenny mccormick
Well fuck yeah it'd be different she'd be dead *snorts before tilting his head and lifting a brow at Henrietta* Would still suck though dude don't buy that bullshit about painless and happy
henrietta biggle
Yeah... Painless and happy, though, it never even occured. Drowning sounds miserable. *turns and realizes the pipe sharing is done. Oh.* You know in those Friday the Thirteenth movies how Jason died in a lake? I was under the suspicion that a boy had drowned in Stark's Pond. *picks up a rock and chucks it in the water* Another one of those what if questions. Hypothetical bullshit. It was a cool concept as a kid, though.
kenny mccormick
What like a dude we knew or just some random kid? 'Cause I'd totally buy that.
Kyle Broflovski
Yeah, I was just thinking that it's totally possible some kid could have really drowned in there.. *gestures to the dark waters reflecting the last fading pinks of the sunset*
henrietta biggle
Yes, some random child. I will use "it's South Park" as my justification that anything is possible here, no matter what universe. We might be able to see him if we stay out here late.
kenny mccormick
Man like a spooky ghost? Dude, fuck ghosts, those guys are assholes. *flops back onto the grass, looking up at the sky and blinking slowly* Fucking all. Unfinished business, woooo~~ or whatever the fuck.
henrietta biggle
Ghosts can be useful... All you really need to know is how to communicate with them. *trails off in thought, stepping backwards into dry land. Just barely misses tripping over Kenny*
Kyle Broflovski
*scoffs* Ghosts aren't useful, they're annoying... *nods at Kenny* Remember that time Ike was possessed by Michael Jackson's ghost? Fucking. Asshole. *laughs softly*
henrietta biggle
... What?
kenny mccormick
Oh yeah, dude, fuck Michael Jackson. Christ, that guy's a cock. Cock alive, cock dead, whatever. *sort of shifts over an inch to get out of Hen's way, doesn't really manage to do it in any way that's helpful* How do you communicate with ghosts then dude, cuz we've had the worst luck with them.
Kyle Broflovski
*just laughs even harder at Kenny's repetitive use of the word 'cock'*
kenny mccormick
*snorts*
henrietta biggle
*laughs into her sleeve before finally sitting crosslegged on the ground* They're not douchebags if you present a Ouiji board and preferably some kind of sacrifice. *isn't being serious at all, rocking back and forth*
kenny mccormick
*actually lifts himself up onto one arm to look at Hen, eyebrows way up* Man no fuck that that's some dangerous ass shit. *flops back down suddenly* Though for real ghosts suck.
Kyle Broflovski
*lays back onto the grass so he can stare up at the sky, hands together at the back of his head* Sacrifice? You mean like, some small innocent critter or something?
henrietta biggle
*pinches the bridge of her nose* No. Kenny, can you refill the pipe, I only got about two hits.
kenny mccormick
*jerks back up into a sitting position, nodding* Yup. Yup definitely not nearly high enough. *pulls out his bag and starts repacking the pipe, carefully, before handing it over* Dude Kyle no you can't fucking sacrifice animals that's like, asking for fucking monsters and shit to come out of your candle circle or whatever the fuck.
Kyle Broflovski
*blinks and watches Kenny* I feel pretty good, guys. Not much different, but good! Haha...
*in response to Kenny's comment* Oh God, really? That sounds terrifying. *grins*
kenny mccormick
*gives Kyle a long look before laughing a little, sitting up vaugely straighter and shaking his head* Yup. So don't fucking kill any cats and leave them on altars and shit man, bad news.
henrietta biggle
Why would a ghost want a dead animal anyway? *lights up appreciatively*
kenny mccormick
Exactly, dude, eactly.
henrietta biggle
Especially a vegetarian ghost. *offers the pipe to Kyle next, using it to poke him in the arm*
Kyle Broflovski
Hm? *notices the pipe and takes it gladly, dragging a bit too much this time and accidentally sending himself in a coughing fit. he sits the pipe down on the ground next to him as he tries to catch his breath*
*into
*sets...
kenny mccormick
*sniggers at Kyle a little bit before picking up the pipe and taking a hit himself* Calm down there, dude, jesus. Don't need any fucking ashma attacks and shit tonight.
Kyle Broflovski
No, no--*cough*--it's fine, dude, re--*cough*......really... *gives Kenny a half-hearted grin*
henrietta biggle
*crawls over to her bag to fetch /the munchies/, and a bottle of Jack.* This might help.
kenny mccormick
*grins hugely* Oh, shit, girl, you totally. You have my fucking eternal gratitude and shit, fucking brilliant ass as fuck.
Kyle Broflovski
*laughs once his coughing dies down a bit and crawls his way over next to Henrietta* Yeah, dude, awesome! I was just thinking I could use a drink... *clears his throat a bit*
henrietta biggle
*dumps the contents of her bag between them, allowing them to pick out of total Gothic generosity* Can't leave unprepared.
kenny mccormick
Yup, totally fucking brilliant. *snatches up the Jack and uncaps it, taking a long swig before wiping off the mouth with his shirt and passing it along* Thanks Henny, for real.
Kyle Broflovski
*takes the bottle next and swigs it, only scrunching up his face a little bit* Damn dude. I don't even know if I've ever drank straight whisky before either...hah. *holds it out for Henrietta*
henrietta biggle
Your loss, Kyle. *also takes a swig and sighs. Her hands fumble around in the dark to find a lighter and the candles that probably rolled into the grass.* Oh! *finally finds them and illuminates the area* Alright, candles are a must too, if we're going to be out in the dark.
kenny mccormick
Candles and whiskey, this's like back home all over again, man. Sweetass. *still flopped out unattractively across the grass, looking up at the sky*
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle smiles happily, eyeing the candles' glittering flames and feeling relatively at ease, just like he'd hoped he would*
henrietta biggle
*leans backwards until she has completely sunken into the grass, also laying about as gracelessly as Kenny. Henri hogs the rest of the pipe while the others are preoccupied*
kenny mccormick
Ok. Dudes. Like. *trails off for a second before reaching over and snatching the Jack back up again, taking another long swig and sinking back down.*
henrietta biggle
*snaps her fingers* Ground control to Major Space Cadet.
kenny mccormick
What?
henrietta biggle
*rolls over laughing, high, and content*
kenny mccormick
*twists his head to grin brightly at her, having no real idea of why that was funny but happy it was nonetheless*
Kyle Broflovski
*chuckling, Kyle leans over Kenny and snatches the bottle back from him. He tries to match his friend's swig, but fails almost instantly because it's fucking straight ass whisky and because it's Kyle, for god's sake* Fuck..dude... *passes the bottle promptly back to Kenny*
kenny mccormick
*laughs at Kyle* Slower, man, slower and, just, enjoy it. *winks, then starts laughing again at his own innuendo*
henrietta biggle
You're so bad at this. Ahah. Ha. There might be something from my bag that is more suited for someone like you. *tosses a rock in the direction of Kenny's torso, or arm, or something. Too dark to see.* Wow, did you really just say that.
Kyle Broflovski
Uhh, right... *grins back at Kenny before looking around* Where's the pipe? M'not high enough, I don't think...
kenny mccormick
I say a lot of things haha just ignooore me, dudes, easier. *sits back up, ignoring the rock while too busy being suddenly concerned that he's lost his only pipe in this whole world* shit man where is it?
Raven
Oh. Great. It's the whore and his cock begrade. *Raven parts against the bushes, looking dully down at the pair until his eyes move slowly to Henrietta, lingering on her for a second before simply pulling a pack of cigerettes from his pocket.* Henri. What a surprise. Having fun. *the boy's voice is flat as he speaks, eyes steely on the goth girl as he stands there.*
henrietta biggle
Hiiii. *replies very uncharacteristically, handing the pipe back to Kyle as she sits up.*
Raven
*raises a dull brow as he sticks a cigerette in his mouth.*
kenny mccormick
*doesn't bother to sit up, just looking back and forth between Hen and Stan a few times, curiously*
Kyle Broflovski
Hey Stan. Come to try and kill my buzz, have you? *takes the pipe graciously and minds the size of the hit he takes from it this time*
Raven
Hanging out with cockslut conformists are we, Hen? Sorry. *voice still flat, dull* I wasn't aware that's how we do things here. *glances to Kyle, face expressionless.* Having fun with your fatass new boyfriend, are we? I hear he's trying to put you on a leash, Broflovski.
Kyle Broflovski
I have no fucking idea what you're talking about. *blows out smoke in a thin stream* You're my boyfriend, not Cartman. *chuckles and passes the pipe along to whoever wants the next hit*
kenny mccormick
*takes the pipe without looking and half sits up to take another deep hit, still watching the conversation quietly*
Raven
*face hardens, eyes staring down at the other boy.* Oh? You think so.
henrietta biggle
*mimics Stan's dull brow for the sake of one-upsmanship.* Ugh, Stan.
kenny mccormick
*snickers* Dude you want some weed?
Raven
*glances at Hen* Huh. What a surprise. Here I thought I was the one that left you behind. But look at this. McCormick's weed enough for you to sell out to these conformist whores, Henrietta?
henrietta biggle
Hey, I don't need your opinion, Raven. It's a nonconformist ideology to not give a fuck. *very prepared to stand up for herself and "these conformist whores."* They're not that bad, alright? If you can't respect that, then, um, *begins to chuckle without a viable reason* Ugh. Go jump in the pond.
kenny mccormick
*snickering again, offering the pipe back to Henrietta and looking up at Stan again* Pond jumping is super nonconformist dude you better do it before somebody jumps you and puts a Britney Spears song on your ipod.
Kyle Broflovski
*chuckles along with Henrietta, both proud and impressed that she seems to actually be enjoying hanging out with him and Kenny...then he hears Kenny's comment and just lays back on the grass, laughing uncontrollably*
Raven
*stares at them dully.* What could possibly be "not all that bad" about these conformist losers.
henrietta biggle
Those magic technicians are everywhere, Stan, you better watch out. *nods a thanks to Kenny as she takes a hit, blowing smoke in Raven's face.* Look, we don't always have to agree on everything and I don't need to explain this to you.
Raven
*looks at her blankly, not reacting to the bout of smoke.* Oh? I guess not. You can whore yourself to whoever you want, Henrietta. Hm. But I guess we were always wrong. You really are the spitting image of your mother after all.
kenny mccormick
Stan, either smoke some week and chill the fuck out or fuck off before you ruin everybody's goddamn high, man. Fucking rude as shit. *rolls his eyes and flops backwards again, mumbling to himself*
henrietta biggle
*flips the hood of her jacket over her head and curls up*
Kyle Broflovski
*flips Stan off* Seriously, dude. What a dick... Henrietta...? *scoots closer to her and places a concerned hand on her shoulder*
Raven
What? I insult your girlfriend, McCormick.
kenny mccormick
You're pretty much insulting humanity in fucking general dude but if you wanna put everything in tinyass boxes we can go that route. *sighs, hugely, and sits up, rubbing at his face with one hand* If that's how you wanna do it.
Kyle Broflovski
*glares daggers at Stan, the sole destroyer of his perfect evening* No. No, Kenny, we're not gonna go that route. Stan is going to either go get the fuck into that pond, or get the fuck out of my sight. I'm not putting up with this again tonight. *continues to rub Henrietta's upper arm lightly*
kenny mccormick
*snorts, and nods, and slowly stands up to sway, a little boneless and loose all around.* Right. Right, dude, you're right, totally, *points a hand vaguely in Kyle's direction before lifting both brows at Stan* Soo dude you gonna scoot or we gonna drag you and dump you into the water all conformist-cockslut-jock-with-the-insulted-girlfriend-style?
Raven
Oh. Then let me be the first to apologize. *Still in that same dead, dull voice.* How could I possibly make it up to you, McCormick. Suck you off...? Not that you haven't had enough of that from Henrietta, here. *takes a drag of his cigerette, looking over to Kyle and then Kenny, finally gaining a slight smirk from the boy.* Oh? You going to drag me into the water, McCormick? Defending your conformist bitch's honor?
henrietta biggle
*glares at this hand rubbing her arm. What is it and where did it come from? This is not okay. She looks for a distraction from this unnecessary theatrical development, and points to the sky without actually glancing skyward.* Look, a shooting star.
kenny mccormick
*actually high enough to get distracted and look*
Raven
*he also looks, idly, a waft of smoke escaping from his mouth.*
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle's hand stops moving as he, also very distractedly, searches the sky, following the point of Henrietta's finger* Where, dude? I don't see it....
henrietta biggle
You're all such idiots. Can we please go back to smoking.
Kyle Broflovski
Yeah. I mean, if you want to with Mr. GloomsDay still hovering over there... *nods in Stan's direction*
kenny mccormick
*starts laughing, probably harder than was really graceful, and plops bonelessly back to the ground, searching around for the pipe with both hands* Man. Wanna try some of that northern 'cause that shit looked really sweetass.
Raven
*Raven takes another drag of his cigerette, eyes resting coldly on Henrietta.*
henrietta biggle
*her gaze catches Stan's eyes and she looks away.* Pass it, Kenny.
kenny mccormick
Sweet, can fucking do *just ignoring the fuck out of Stan at this point, packing the pipe and handing it over after taking a hit*
Kyle Broflovski
*still has his arm halfway wrapped protectively around Henrietta, but he's started looking up at the stars again and doesn't even really realize it* Hey! Sweet, there goes another one!
henrietta biggle
Wait, really? *almost chokes while trying to inhale, watching it pass along. Making a wish is useless but a meteor is /mother nature at her finest./*
Raven
*dully looks up again, catching the stars as he flicks off his cigerette to the ground.* Huh. Well. Have fun playing house with these conformist fucks, Henri. *he gives a sideways wave as he scuffs off passed the pond, walking the border away from them.* I'm sure you'll have fun enjoying your fairy tale lies.
kenny mccormick
*watches the star, blinking and half-heartededly groping around for the jack* Man. Fucking stars, dude. *waves at Stan without looking at him* Later, dude, hope you get that plug out of your ass soon~!
henrietta biggle
*flips Raven off as soon as his back is turned. She rests her chin on her knees and watches the battle between the wind and the grass.* Fucking stars...
Kyle Broflovski
Tch. Fucking asshole... If I didn't already know that he's been brainwashed.... *gets a slightly sad look and mumbles into incoherency. Reaches to get the pipe from Henrietta*
henrietta biggle
He's been brainwashed? No kidding. Some douchebag cult must have gotten their hands on him. *leans away from Kyle and lays back to watch the stars.*
kenny mccormick
Brainwashed, what? I thought it was a new like, version or whatever the fuck? *shakes his head a bit* Man fuck cults, cults suck.
Kyle Broflovski
*takes another hit and then blinks slowly, feeling like everything is in slow motion all of a sudden. He gently sets the pipe back down on the ground next to Henrietta* Woah....Uhhh, yeah, no. I did too until I saw his scars. They're the exact same ones from when we were injured in the 1800s... He said he got them from somewhere else, but I don't believe him... *still looks somewhat sad* I really, really don't..
henrietta biggle
This place is bullshit. *curls up more, pulling her jacket closer*
kenny mccormick
*whistles, really low, before shaking his head* Some serious fucking bullshit right there dude, for serious. *sighs, glancing sideways at Henrietta* You cold?
Kyle Broflovski
*agreeing with Henrietta* It definitely is. *looks back up at the sky again, but nothing moves this time*
henrietta biggle
*shakes her head, cupping the end flame of her lighter as she lights the pipe up again. There isn't much left but black crumbles* No, just a little pissed off. At what Stan said. And pissed off that they turned him into Raven? I don't remember Raven ever acting like that much of an asshole, ever.
kenny mccormick
Raven's a pretty douchebag name, I'd act like an asshole if my name was fuckass 'Raven' too, just saying. *shakes his head and leans backwards on both arms to look up for any more falling stars*
henrietta biggle
*snickers and lightly kicks him*
kenny mccormick
*grins widely at her, cocking an eyebrow like a dumbfuck before taking a sip of the Jack and offering it around*
Kyle Broflovski
*rolls over onto his stomach and holds his chin in his hands, thinking about a lot of things but not saying much at all* M'hungry... *looks around for something to munch on*
kenny mccormick
There's food *vaguely, sort of remembering but not all that interested*
henrietta biggle
*sighs and plucks her bag from the ground, collecting her shoes in the dark.* Go on and eat to your hearts' content, boys. I'm walking back "home" or whatever.
kenny mccormick
*nods and waves a little bit at Hen* 'Kay, dude, don't let any creepsters follow you home and shit.
Kyle Broflovski
*grabs a whole bag of something--doesn't even look at what it is* You sure? Where is the Minaj Mansion, even...? I'd be glad to walk back with you, if you wanted me to... *sits back up, Indian-style*
henrietta biggle
The same goes for the two of you dumbasses. Oh, Kyle, are you sure? It would be stupid of us to leave the Captain of the S.S. Unlucky unattended.
kenny mccormick
*just thumbs up* I'm awesome, dudes, I'm. Totally and completely fucking untouchable, it's all good
Kyle Broflovski
*glances back at Kenny, still talking to Henrietta* Huh. Yeah, you're right. *grins at him and opens up the bag to pig out* I guess I better stay then. Be careful though! *waves to Henrietta, feeling a bit more cheerful than he did a few minutes ago*
henrietta biggle
Goodnight, losers. *continues on her way still watching the sky for more meteors. She glances back one last time before shyly scampering off down the road*
kenny mccormick
*shrugs, in a whatcha-gonna-do kind of way, still sprawled out over as much grass as possible* Byyyyye, Hennnnnyyyyyyyy