Satisfied: The Hangover Part II (Phil Wenneck)

Chapter 10

Standing in an elevator on the way down from the restaurant, Phil rubbed his forehead in thought while Stu stood with his hands in his pockets, and Alan had his arms crossed over his chest. (Y/n) was feeling far too much deja vu from all of the situations that were rolling in her head at the moment. Even this damn elevator was giving her flashbacks of Vegas. Standing beside Phil and Stu, her eyes cast downward, she looked up when she heard Stu sigh.

"We're fucked," he stated simply, his heel tapping against the elevator floor. "Chow's dead. What do we do now?"

"The guy doesn't give a shit about Chow, Stu," Phil said, looking up from his hands and turning to face the elevator door. "This whole thing's about a fucking bank account." Phil sighed, leaning his shoulder against the wall. "Let's just go back to the hotel. We'll search Chow's body and hopefully the password's in his wallet, or something."

"And what if it isn't?" Stu pondered. "I mean, they're gonna kill Teddy."

"Just relax," Phil told him, turning around to face him. "We have until 8 a.m. tomorrow to figure it out."

"With our luck..." (Y/n) scoffed, not having to finish her sentence. The boys knew what she meant, and with a shake of her head, she sighed and closed her eyes.

The elevator became silent, three of the minds wondering how they were going to pull this off. Alan, however, broke the air when he said, "First the monkey, now my hat. How much worse can this day get?" The three of them shared glances while looking at Alan with curious, yet irritated, faces, but (Y/n) wasn't sure how she could be surprised by anything he said anymore.

"Jesus Christ," Phil whispered to himself as the elevator dinged, and he walked out of it as fast as he could, Stu, Alan, and (Y/n) following.

To get back to the hotel, they found a small dingy that could take them down the waterways of Bangkok, getting them where they needed to go just a little faster than a taxi. Stu had found a guitar and was plucking strings at the head of the while Alan sat near him, and (Y/n) sat with Phil in the middle, their hands linked together as they sat beside one another, facing each other. (Y/n) was looking down at their hands, while Phil merely look at her. Taking one of his hands, he brushed away a bit of hair from her face, and gently placed his hand on her cheek, causing her to look up at him. Kissing her tenderly, he drew her mind away from everything that was happening, giving the both of them a simple moment in the chaos of the day. Phil didn't have many moments where he was soft and gentle like this in front of the other guys, but they both needed it right now.

Pulling away from the kiss, their foreheads rested against each other before she was pulled tighter into his side, his arm leaving her cheek to settle down at her waist, (Y/n) leaning into his warmth. He sighed, content for merely a moment, and leaned back against the side of the boat as he watched the waters pass.

Stu had begun strumming notes into a rhythm, and started singing, just like he did in Vegas. "Well, we're living her in Alantown, and he's driven our lives into the ground." As he sang, he, (Y/n) and Phil took a glance at the man to blame before looking back ahead. "When we woke up, we were wasted and drunk. Phil got shot. We got beaten by a monk. I was happy and my life was good." Phil shrugged a little bit at the statement, making (Y/n) crack a small grin. "Gettin' married like a dentist should. Roastin' marshmallows on a stick. I got fucked in the ass by a girl with a dick."

While Phil whistled at the memory, Alan laughed and said, "I remember that."

Looking back at him, Stu sighed, and finished it off. "And we're living here in Alantown."

Arriving at the motel they woke up in that morning, they saw that the elevator was still broken, so they had to take the stairs up to the fifteenth floor. The stich in (Y/n)'s side got worse and worse with each step she took, breathing heavily as she tried to ease the pain in her ribs from the exhausting climb up. Finally, they reached the floor with the ice machine, and saw that it was covered in water, leaking from the box.