Euphoric :The Hangover Part III (Phil Wenneck)

Chapter 6

Walking down into the basement, Chow turned on the lights, and began walking down the stairs to the bottom of the house. "This way. Come on, come on," he urged, and once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he looked towards an empty brick wall on the side, turning the ceiling light on to see it better. "It's buried behind this wall. (Y/n)?"

(Y/n) raised her eyebrow at the idea of Chow being able to break through the wall with the sledgehammer, but gave him the tool anyway. Holding it in his hands, he prepped himself as he looked from the hammer to the wall, before swinging. It was a pathetic swing that didn't even dent the brick, and he yelped as the hammer dropped to the ground, Chow holding it weakly. "Fuck," he muttered, shaking his hand.

"You okay?" Phil asked, looking at him judgmentally, and a little tiredly.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just warming up," Chow said, a little whiney. "It's so heavy! Do we have a lighter one?"

"Why don't you just let me do it, Chow?" Phil offered, taking off the duffle bag from around his shoulder.

"Okay. Either way, you or me. Same thing," Chow obliged and gave him the sledgehammer, trying to put himself on the same level of strength as Phil. He held the hammer in his hands, getting a grip before going back and forth on the wall, getting his swing ready to his the bricks. (Y/n) watched as he took his first swing, an echo ringing out in the cellar as the brick shook, dust falling down as the brick dented a little bit. He adjusted his hands before letting another swing at the wall. "You might want to take your shirt off. Makes it easier," Chow said, and Phil did a double take.

"What?" he questioned, looking back at Chow before his eyes glanced at (Y/n), who gave him a little shake of her head.

"I've heard that too," Alan stated, and (Y/n) looked at him like he was crazy, both him and Chow. She could tell Phil had gotten just a little bit uncomfortable with their request, and gave her another glance before looking back to the wall, continuing hitting it with the hammer.

With each hit, more and more of the brick cleared away. Phil slammed the hammer into the wall enough to create a hole the size of a tire, before setting the hammer down and slightly leaning on it as he panted from the workout. Right there in front of them was countless gold bars, all adding up to 21 million dollars. Phil looked to Chow as if to say 'satisfied?' before going to stand next to his companions as Chow bent down to look at the gold.

"See that? Chow come back for you," he said darkly, and this only deepened (Y/n) suspicions of his intentions. She gently elbowed Phil in the side, getting his attention, and nodded her head towards Chow gawking at the gold. Before Phil could react, Chow turned to them and said, "All right, gay boys. Let's make a line, throw this gold one by one to the top of the stairs."

"I can catch it by the door, put it in the duffle bags," (Y/n) offered, and Chow gave her a look that said, 'you crazy, bitch?'.

"Nuh-uh, woman. You throw first piece. Chow doesn't trust you to catch, 'kay?" Chow said as he took the bags and started up to the top of the stairs, leaving a fuming (Y/n) behind.

"Don't say a word, let's just get this over with and get him and the gold to Marshall," Phil whispered to her as she glared daggers at the back of Chow's head. "Once this is all over, we go back home, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah..." (Y/n) nodded, taking a few deep breath's to calm herself down before going over to the hole in the wall. She got Phil's attention once more to say, "Just keep an eye on Chow."

Nodding his head, he motioned for her to throw the first one. She underestimated just how heavy solid gold bars were, but kept her grip on it tight before tossing it to Phil, who caught it. He also seemed to miscalculate the weight of the bar, his arms going down a bit as he held the bar in his hands before tossing it to Stu. Stu tossed it to Alan in the middle of the stairs, then to Chow at the top near the door, and he put each gold bar into the duffle bags.