the hangover 3

chapter nine

Chow exited the limo and walked towards us, aiming the gun.

The guys quickly blocked me as they held their hands up, "Chow-" They nervously said.

Chow continued aiming the gun at us angrily.

"Chow, wait." Phil told him.

"Oh, now you wanna talk, blue eyes? No more silent treatment?" Chow hissed.

"Leslie, no." Alan protested, walking in front of Phil and blocking his aim.

"Stay outta this, fatty." Chow huffed.

"No, Leslie. If you shoot Phil, you have to go through me." Alan told him in a serious tone.

"Shit." I whispered shocked. Thank god for his man crush.

Chow continued holding his gun up, staring into Alan's eyes, "Alan." Phil muttered.

"Shush. Quiet." Alan shushed Phil, "I'm gonna stare off." He whispered as he continued staring into Chow's eyes.

After a couple of seconds Chow pulled his gun down, "Today you all live, because one of you was a friend." He muttered.

"Alan, what did you do?" Phil questioned Alan.

"I unlocked the latch between the backseat and the trunk." He mumbled.

"That's why you were gone for a little while?" I quickly asked and he nodded his head.

"You also left him his gun..." Phil trailed off.

"Yeah, well, I didn't think it all the way through." Alan shrugged.

"He gave Chow a fighting chance... that's all I ever need." Chow muttered.
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"Fat fuck." Chow groaned as he and Alan shoved Marshall's body into the trunk of the car. Chow closed the trunk and turned to Alan, "It's never easy, is it? No one wants to see that. Except for me, but I was born bad." He shrugged, "Hold on. I have something for you." He mumbled, walking over to the side of the car. He threw a gold bar at Alan, "Loyalty."

Alan examined the gold bar, "Oh no, I don't want this Mr. chow." He declined the gold bar.

"Okay, give it back." Chow sighed. Alan looked at the gold bar for a couple more seconds until Chow snatched it from his hands, "Quick. Before Stu smells it." He joked.

"I don't want it either, Chow." Stu shrugged.

"Oh, please. Like a squirrel doesn't want a nut." Chow laughed, "It's funny because he Jewish!" He smiled and looked over at Alan. Alan gave him no response, "Don't you get it?" He asked.

"Is Alan broken?" I whispered to the guys.

"I think his maturity is setting in." Stu whispered back.

Chow shifted in his shoes, "Goddamit." He sighed, "Okay, go on! Get out of here. All of you!" He shouted.

"Come on." Phil mumbled quietly to me.

Alan made his way towards us and Chow called out to him, "Hey chubsta, I'll call you in a week. We'll get together!"

Alan turned back around, looking at him, "No, Leslie. We can't be friends anymore."

"What?" Chow blurted out confused.

"You're not good for me. It's not healthy." Alan sighed.

"Alan, you're not thinking straight..." Chow nervously told him, "Let's just talk tomorrow." He suggested.

"Leslie, you are one of the coolest and nicest guys I've ever met. You're smart, funny and everybody loves you-" Alan told him before Chow cut him off.