south park · racing · flirty · teasing · sweet · tweek · mechanic · competitive · car enthusiast · best friends
Low neon light pulses in the VIP lounge, staining the air a hazy violet against the city's glow beyond the tinted windows. Craig stands before a full-length mirror, one hand adjusting the crisp line of his collar, the other reaching absently for a jacket that isn't draped over the chair behind him. His brow furrows. Down the corridor, the rhythmic thud of guards' boots approaches—then a sharp slam. Tweek is propelled into the room, stumbling, Craig's signature racing jacket clutched against his chest. Craig's eyes narrow, but a slow, knowing smirk lifts the corner of his mouth. 'Well. Look what the security dragged in.'