Euphoric :The Hangover Part III (Phil Wenneck)

Chapter 10

(Y/n)'s eyes grew droopy on the route, and she lightly leaned her head on Phil's shoulder as they drove down the road. He accommodated for her, even leaning his head on hers with how tired he was too. The both of them were ready to fall asleep at a moments notice, but a thumping from the trunk woke them both up, startling them awake as they heard Chow from the trunk.

"Hey, guys? I'm feeling better now," he told them, but Phil sighed and ignored his statement.

Looking down at his phone with the map, he said to Stu, "All right, it's the next exit, then four miles straight into the desert."

"Tell you what," they heard Chow say again. Still, they kept ignoring him as he said, "Let me out, we split the gold five ways. Everyone wins." (Y/n) adjusted her spot in her seat, turning slightly so that she could keep an eye on Alan. Another thumping, this one louder, came from Chow as he continued, "Marshall's gonna kill me! My blood will be on your hands! You want Chow's ghost haunting you for rest of your life, Stu? Floating over you while you make fuck on your wife?"

Stu was getting more and more upset with each word. "He's not gonna kill you, Chow! He just wants his gold back!" Stu shouted back to him.

"It's gone. I blew the first 20 million in Bangkok," Chow told them, and (Y/n) cursed. There would be no way to get that much money back after they spent it all during that night in Bangkok. "That's why I had to get the other half!"

"Enough, Chow! It's over!!" Phil barked, wanting the agony to end.

"You motherfucker!!" Chow bellowed, beating against the trunk. "When I get out of this, I'm gonna rip out your fucking lungs!! You hear me?? You're dead! You're all dead!!" (Y/n) took a deep breath, Phil putting his hand on hers to calm her. It was silent for a moment before Chow spoke up again. "I didn't mean that. Chow loses temper sometimes. Please. I need help. I know that now-"

"Sorry, Alan," Phil said as he put up the divider. Due to the fact that Alan was sitting in the back, he was cut off. "Don't talk to Chow, all right?" Alan nodded his head sheepishly as the divider went up, separating them from Chow's annoying pleas. Phil pointed up ahead, saying, "That's the exit."

As Stu turned a corner onto a dirt road, (Y/n) inhaled sharply as she said, "I don't know if I trust Alan back there with Chow."

"Alan knows better than that," Phil claimed, his thumb rubbing against her knuckle. "I hope."

"Here we are," Stu said as he pulled up to an overlook of Vegas.

"Here we go," (Y/n) muttered as Stu stopped the car and took the key out of the ignition.

Getting out, they went to the back where Alan climbed out quickly, letting them get to the gold. Phil took two of the duffle bags while Stu took one, neither of them letting (Y/n) take a single strap, which irked her slightly, but she let it go. Alan continued to stand with his hands in his vest pockets, staring at the trunk where Chow was stashed. When Phil dropped the duffle bags full of gold, they looked out to see a pair of headlights coming their way.

"They're here," Phil said, breathing heavily from the weight of the bags. "Alan, they're coming, grab the last bag."

"Please, Alan," they heard Chow beg from inside the trunk.

He knocked on it a few times, but Alan went past the trunk and to the back of the car to grab the last bag of gold as the car appeared. Phil, Stu, and (Y/n) all stood with the gold as the black car parked in front of them, the headlights shining bright in their eyes. The car turned off the engine and three people got out, Doug coming from the passenger's front seat.

"Doug!!" (Y/n), Phil, and Stu exclaimed, but his hands were up as Marshall pointed a gun to the back of his head.

"Step away from the bags. Let's go!" Marshall ordered them, his gun still trained on Doug as he pushed him forward towards the gold. The bodyguard opened one of the bags and looked inside, seeing the gold bars there. "We good?"