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

Chapter 6.

The 4 looked between each other before looking back at Chow as he laid on the coffee table, still not moving.

"Chow," Phil said, patting his back to see if he would move, which he didn't.

"Mr. Chow, are you okay?" Alan asked, concerned for the guy.

Stu remained still on the floor, staring at Chow in shock. Brooklyn stepped towards the table, seeing as Chow was still not moving, and not breathing.

"You gotta be kidding me," Phil muttered as he leaned forward, pressing his fingers to Chow's neck just under his ear.

The tension in the air was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. They waited for any indication if Chow would come to his senses, which he didn't give any.

"Fuck, he's dead!" Phil exclaimed, standing from the couch and immediately moving away from Chow, his hands over his head in distress.

Stu began to scream as he scrambled to his feet and away from the body, a look of horror on his face. "Help! Help!!" He shouted, not knowing what to do at all.

"Stu! Stu, shut up!" Phil tried, but Stu continued to scream as Alan began to cry in a very high pitched tone.

"Stu! Shut up!" Brooklyn demanded from Stu as he continued screaming. Her hands were back in her hair as she slowly processed what was going on. Even though she was a cop, she didn't know what to do about anything that was currently happening.

"Call an ambulance!" Stu shrieked, hopping up and down in his place.

"Shut up! He's dead!" Phil yelled at Stu, finally getting him to stop screaming. "Look, if someone comes and finds a dead body and a pile of cocaine, we're gonna spend the rest of our lives in a fucking Thai prison!"

"And I can't do anything since I don't have my badge or anything showing I'm a cop!" Brooklyn added, pacing back and forth in her spot again. "No one here is going to care or believe I am a Lieutenant without any I.D. so just listen to Phil and shut up!" She finished, getting Stu to listen to her and close his mouth. Alan, however, just continued crying.

"Alan! Alan, please stop crying," Phil demanded, Alan in turn listening.

"Alright, alright!" Phil shouted, his hands stopping anyone from coming near him as he sat next to the couch. "I just need a second to figure this out."

Stu was too freaked out to calm down as he curled back into a ball on the floor like he was in the tub while Alan continued whimpering.

Brooklyn's flight or fight was on as she tried to remain calm, which resulted in her fidgeting with her fingers as Phil looked around, thinking of anything to do about Chow, his eyes soon landing on a small sign that read 'Ice Machine located on 15th floor'. "Okay, I have an idea."

Brooklyn looked at Phil, her eyes then leading themselves to what he was looking at. "That's the best idea you have?" She sighed, a hand over her forehead as Phil met her gaze.

"Well, we don't have many options here, babe," Phil answered with an exhausted sigh. "Can you go see what floor we're on?" He then asked, walking over to where Chow woke up and grabbing the sheets he was covered with. "Stu, c'mon, help me."

Taking a breath, Brooklyn left the room for a few minutes and checked the floor they were on. And when she returned, she saw Phil, Stu and Alan wrapping up Chow's body with the sheets, Stu thankfully having found his pants.

"9th floor," Brooklyn informed the 3 as she found her shoes and slipped them on, helping Phil and Stu carry Chow's body with her hands around his middle.

As Alan held the door open for them, they slowly made their way towards the elevator. Brooklyn was developing a whole lot of respect for crime scene cleaners who have to remove bodies from crime scenes if there were any. This was hard work.