The Hangover, Part 2. (Phil Wenneck X OC.)

Chapter 5.

Well, something insane happened while they were around a fire.

And the pounding headache in Brooklyn's head was being sure to tell her.

Instead of waking up in a nice and comfy hotel bed in a beautiful room next to the man she loved, Brooklyn woke up on the floor of a seedy rundown room.

There was no air flow coming into the room at all, which resulted in the discomfort of feeling all sweaty.

"What the hell?" A familiar voice muttered, which had to be Phil as he slowly stood from his place on the floor next to Brooklyn.

Looking around the room with pure confusion as to where they were, Phil's eyes soon landed on Brooklyn on the floor, her outfit from the night before completely trashed.

She felt hands on her body, one around her back and the other under her legs as she was being picked up and taken to a squeaky bed.

"Phil, where the fuck are we?" Brooklyn asked, resting her head on Phil's shoulder as he sat with her on the crappy bed.

"I don't fucking know, baby," Phil answered with an arm around Brooklyn as he looked around at the room again, his eyes all red and clearly showing he was exhausted with his shirt unbuttoned. "Did it happen again?"

Brooklyn shook her head as she also looked around the room. "I don't know."

Cockroaches were scattered everywhere, empty bottles, a bowl of red tinted water with a soaking rag sitting partly in the bowl and the table it was on, also stained red.

They had no clue where they were.

The first thing Brooklyn noticed when she woke up was a similar burning pain in her left thigh like how her neck felt when she got it tattooed......oh shit.

She then pulled up her ripped dress to see yet another giant flower tattoo on her leg. (Picture at the end).

"Fucking Christ," She groaned, standing up from the bed to get a better look of her new tattoo, which was actually really pretty. "Why do I keep getting tattooed and why do I never remember getting them?! And why are they always flowers?! And why do I keep liking them?!"

Phil then turned Brooklyn towards him. "I don't know but I like it too," He answered with a light chuckle as he stood from the bed and walked over towards the window.

"How much you wanna bet you chose it for me?" Now that she was taking a look at her appearance, Brooklyn realized how she looked.

Her beautiful long dress was now ripped up. Instead of ending around her calves, the dress was now down to her mid thighs, which also exposed her new set of flowers. But thankfully her dress was the only major flaw in her appearance.

Checking over her body, Brooklyn noticed a few small scratches and bruises from who the fuck knows what. Her hands and knuckles were pretty rough as well, as if she got into a fist fight with a wall.

Apart from the dress being shorter than it was made, the minor injuries and the new ink, Brooklyn remained pretty much the same as the night before.

The sound of squeaking and something falling turned both Phil's and Brooklyn's attention to the other side of the room, which they saw was Alan face down on the floor.

As he groaned from the harsh impact, the first thing Brooklyn noticed was that his head was bare of his once curly hair. The only hair that remained on him from the shoulders up was his beard.

Alan soon stood from the floor and stumbled over to Phil by the window, who was looking out if it to find any depiction of where they were. "Phil, I think it happened again?"