the hangover III-phil wenneck

four

A/N: I'm so sorry for the long wait! I wrote half of this chapter and then just got really busy with school and work, I didn't have the energy or time to complete this chapter. But I'm gonna get started on this book again now and please let me know if you see any errors or plot holes because it's been a while and I don't really remember what happened and I'm too lazy to read it lol. Thanks for reading and being patient!

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Phil grabs another gold bar from the wall, tossing it to you, you tossing it to Stu at the bottom of the stairs, him tossing it to Alan in the middle of the stairs, who then tosses it to Chow at the top before he places it in the duffle bag.You all decided this would be a better way to do it since trying to carry a duffel bag of soldi gold bars up a staircase would be fairly difficult. You toss up one more before Phil sighs, resting his hands on his hips.

"That's the last of it," he calls out, all of you stretching your aching muscles.

"You sure?" Chow asks.

"Yeah," Phil says after peeking his head in once more, brushing the dirt off his hands.

"You triple sure?" Chow asks,

"Yes!" Phil says, standing at the bottom of the stairs to look up at Chow.

"Good!" Chow says before laughing and shutting the basement door. You all confusedly look at each other, Stu shrugging his shoulders at you.

"Chow?" he asks, not receiving an answer. Stu quickly runs up the stairs, desperately trying the door handle before finding out it's locked.

"Chow!?" he yells again, slamming his hand on the door.

"Oh, you've got to be shitting me," you sigh, placing a hand on your forehead. Phil head up the stairs next, knocking harshly on the door.

"Chow, open this fucking door, right now!" he yells, silence on the other side. That is, until the alarm is pulled and the loud sirens erupt inside the house.

"That little fucker," you say, realization hitting Phil and Stu that this place is now going to be flooded with cops, and Alan just covering his ears.

"See you all in jail, boys."

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"Stuart Price. No felonies. One arrest. Las Vegas, Nevada," the cops says, reading the first file in his hands. You all sit on the opposite side of the interrogation table of the cop after getting caught and arrested at the house, obviously.

"(y/n) (y/l/n). No felonies. One arrest. Las Vegas, Nevada," he repeats, you sitting back in your chair with your arms crossed over your chest, shrugging your shoulders at him.

"Phil Wenneck. No felonies. One arrest. Also Las Vegas, Nevada," he says, Phil sighing.

"Alan Garner," he says, holding up the next file that is filled with papers, compared to the files with a couple of sheets for the rest of you. He opens the file, flicking through all of he pages. Honestly, you're not surprised.

"Is this record accurate?" he asks, handing it to Alan. Alan skipping over a few pages before humming as a yes, continuing to read through a few more pages.

"I did that, mm-hmm," he says. You roll your eyes, rubbing your face with your heads. You definitely didn't think you'd have to sit in an interrogation room with these same three people again, that's for sure.

"Yeah," he syas, reading the next page.

"Masturbating on a city bus. Yep, that was me."

"Oh my god," you whisper, all of you looking over at Alan in disgust.