*Butters P.O.V.*

It had been at least an hour since we've arrived at the party, and I hadn't seen (Y/N) since the girls took her.

I hope she's okay. I should go look for her.

I instantly stood up from the couch where I was sitting with Kyle and Craig. After standing, I felt a huge wave of dizziness fall over me, almost falling over.

"Dude, are you okay?" Kyle asked, helping me balance.

"YesSSs," I slurred. "I just nEEd to gO fiNd (Y/N)."

"How much have you had to drink, dude?" Kyle asked.

"Butters, my punch isn't made for lightweights like you," Craig scolded.

"I'M fiNe," I snarled at them. "ThIs is my...OnLy driiink."

I was fine. I was just a little dizzy. It was awfully hot in here. Once I find (Y/N), I can get a glass of water, and I can take her outside. She would look so pretty in the moonlight.

I stumbled up the stairs, in hopes she was hiding up here with her friends.

"(y/n)? (y/N) ...(Y/n) ...(Y/N)!" I called.

"Woah, Butters," Cartman said, as he bumped into me.

"Oh Eric, thank God," I mumbled, using him as support. "I don't feel very good."

"Oh, really?" He questioned in a sympathetic voice. "You don't look very good."

"I...I need to find (Y/N)," I mumbled.

"Oh, Butters, don't worry...I'll make sure she gets home. Let's just get you to lay down," Eric said guiding me into Stan's bedroom, where the rest of my night went into a blur.