the hangover III-phil wenneck

five

"I think I'm getting PTSD," you mumble, shuddering at the buildings surrounding you.

"Someone needs to burn this place to the ground," Stu says, looking out the front windshield as he sits in-between you and Phil in the front seat.

"I told myself I would never come back," Stu says, looking over at Phil.

"I think we all did," you say.

"Well, don't worry. It all ends tonight," Phil says. Another fifteen minutes of following the tracker on Alan's phone pass and you're finally closing in on Chow.

"It says 200 yards up on the right," Stu says, looking up from the phone.

"And there it is," Phil says, the grey minivan parked on the side of the street coming into view. Phil parks behind it, all of you getting out of the car and walking over to the vehicle.

"Looks like he ditched it," Phil says after realizing that Chow or none of his personal belongings are in the car.

"It's open," Stu says after trying the passenger door.

"No shit. Well, look around. See if he left anything in here," Phil says, all of you opening the doors and beginning to look around the car for any signs of where the hell the prick is.

"I found the Demerol," Stu says, peeking his head up from the glove box.

"Good. Keep it, we're gonna need it," Phil says.

"Here's your phone," you say, finding it on the floor of the backseat and handing it to Phil.

"Good. No fucking keys, though. Alan, anything?" Phil asks, turning to face Alan who's searching across from you.

"No. Not even the gold," he says.

"Why the fuck would Chow come down here?" Phil wonders.

"I know, right?" Stu agrees. "Why here?"

"To probably spend the gold," you chuckle, shaking your head.

"Yeah," Phil smirks. "Let's head into this pawn shop. I have a feeling that's where Chow's last stop was."

"Alright," Stu mumbles,  all of you shutting the doors and heading inside the store right next to where the van is parked, where the cashier sits behind the counter, eating ramen and watching the John Cena fight on the television in the corner.

"Excuse me, have you happened to see the driver of that minivan that's parked out front? Short Asian guy?" Phil asks, all of you walking inside.

"Yeah, they're all short," she says, Alan laughing.

"That's so true!" he says, looking down at the piano in front of him.

"Right, but he may have been trying to pawn some gold," Phil says.

"That would be my business, wouldn't it?" she asks harshly.

"You don't have to be a bitch about it," you say, her gaze flickering to you.

"I like your t-shirt," Alan chimes in, breaking the growing tension. "I saw that show at The Forum. He played 'Captain Jack'."

"Yeah, I heard that was legendary," she says, Alan stepping closer to the other side of the counter.

"Woman, you have no idea," he chuckles.

"Try me," she says, her eyes wide as she stares into Alan's. And it's getting oddly seductive. The three of you look at each other confusedly, you shrugging before looking back at the two of them intensely staring at each other.