[7]

                                    

                                          
kenny rolled over snoring, but jolted awake when he fell. he grabbed his head and looked at where he fell from; the wardrobe. 
                          
"wha' the fuck?" he mumbled, shakily standing up. 
                          
he walked out of the room, which just so happened to be randy and sharon's, and walked to the stairs. on his way, there were passed out teenagers with pools of liquids around them that kenny tried to avoid standing in. as he looked down the stairs there was only one person who was barely awake singing a song kenny didn't know.
                          
he tried to walk pass them, but they grabbed his pant leg and refrained him from doing so.
                          
"oh... hey, pip, surprised to see you here..." kenny looked down at pip.
                          
"hello, kenny! yes, i suppose it is a surprise to see me here. i wasn't invited but i wanted to see what the commotion was last night but someone gave me alcohol and now i'm here... should i go?" pip began to stand but kenny stopped him.
                          
"no, stay. most people here weren't invited, i don't think it matters much."
                          
pip nodded and began singing again, kenny continued down the stairs. as he got to the bottom he seen downstairs was extremely messy and shook his head. he seen stan and kyle on the couch hugging each other as they slept. kenny grinned and walked over to the couch, squatting and grabbing the bottom of the couch before flipping it on its back.
                          
"what the fuck?!" kyle yelled as he landed. stan only groaned loudly.
                          
"g'mornin' sun shines! time ta start the day!" kenny climbed and stood on the bottom of the couch, hands on his hips, looking down and grinning at his friends.
                          
"fuck off, kenny, lemme sleep," stan tried to close his eyes and fall back asleep.
                          
"dude, your house is fuckin' trashed, man."
                          
"my wha'?"
                          
"house."
                          
"my-" stan sat up and looked around him, eyes widening at the mess. "holy shit, dude!"
                          
kyle rolled over before sitting up, he had surprised look too. kenny jumped off the couch and walked to the kitchen to make himself some food. when he walked into the kitchen he seen craig lying topless on the floor, snoring incredibly loud. kenny walked over and kicked him in the leg.
                          
craig's eyes shot open at the pain and he grabbed the side of his leg. when he seen kenny he flipped him off. he sat up and looked around for his shirt, noticing he wasn't wearing it. 
                          
"where-" 
                          
kenny cut him off, pointing to the sink, with a soaking wet top was poking out of. craig got up and walked over to it, scoffing as he picked it up. kenny heard him mutter something under his breath.
                          
"where is your boyfrie-"
                          
"we aren't dating."
                          
"whatever, sure you aren't. anyway want anything for breakfast? i'm not cooking you anything just wondering."
                          
craig shook his head, "i'm gonna find my jacket." he walked out of the room into the lounge.
                          
kenny opened the pantry and grinned at all the food still left. he grabbed random assortments of different snacks until he couldn't hold anything more in his arms. he kicked the door close and walked back into the lounge room. he dropped some food for stan and kyle then sat down next to them on the still flipped couch, he faced his back to them and he crossed his legs, tearing open a bag of cheetos.
                          
"helluva party. can't even remember anythin'," kenny remarked, grinning, eating a few chips.
                          
"really?" stan questioned.