*Butter's P.O.V.*

Stan's house was fairly crowded, and I couldn't spot (Y/N) anywhere. I was sure that she was fine. After all, she was with Wendy and the other girls, but it still made me nervous. We showed up together, and I didn't know what I'd do if something would happen to her.

"So, Butters, I saw you came with (Y/N)," Kyle commented.

I flinched at his words, remembering the way that he defended her against Cartman. I hoped that he wasn't mad of jealous.

"Uh, y-yeah, (Y/N) and I have been hanging out a little," I stuttered, looking to the ground.

"You two look good together," Stan commented.

I couldn't help but blush slightly. "Y-you think so?"

"Yeah, it's almost like a match made in heaven," Kyle added with a small laugh.

Soon, Cartman approached the group, holding two drinks.

"What's up, Butters?" Cartman grinned to me. "I got you a drink."

"Oh, no thank you. I'm not drinking. I have to drink (Y/N) home, and if I get caught, I'll be grounded," I explained to him.

"It's one drink. Don't me a pussy," Cartman insisted.

I looked to the other guys for some help, but Kyle and Kenny were having their own conversation, just leaving Stan.

"It's okay, Butters. One drink won't hurt. I know you don't drink a lot, but if you just sip on it throughout the night, you'll be fine," Stan reassured.

"Plus, if you're holding this, people won't force more drinks on you," Cartman pointed out.

"Well, if you say so," I replied, unsure.

I hesitantly took the drink and took a small sip. I could barely taste the alcohol in it, but what else could you expect when Craig made the punch.

"Is it good Butters?" Cartman asked.

"Yeah, it's alright," I responded.

"Atta boy," Cartman cheered, harshly patting me on the back before walking away.

*Your P.O.V.*

I was in the kitchen with Wendy, Heidi, and Bebe as they were trying to make me a drink.

"I'm telling you, let's just get her a glass of punch," Bebe insisted.

"No, you heard her, she doesn't drink. Craig's punch will be way too much for her," Heidi reminded her.

"We aren't trying to scrap (Y/N) off the pavement tonight," Wendy commented.

"Oh god, please don't," I quietly said.

Wendy looked back to me and gave me a reassuring smile, "Don't worry (Y/N). We'll take care of you."

After crawling on the cabinets to get down a bottle of rum, Wendy went to the fridge and grabbed some orange juice. She carefully mixed me a drink and gave me a straw.

"There, if you run out, come find me, okay?" Wendy smiled as she handed me the plastic cup.

I nodded, taking the drink. I took a sip and followed the girls out of the kitchen.