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

Chapter 7.

Now walking through the streets of the foreign city, Phil and Stu tried to figure out what to do.

Alan's shaved head was now covered with a large straw hat as he sipped on a bag full of Fanta with a straw behind the 3 while Brooklyn followed beside Phil, her hand back in his so they didn't get separated as she looked around for anything familiar.

She came across nothing, still unable to remember the night before.

By now, Brooklyn was used to the stinging feeling of a fresh tattoo, but her new one on her leg that she fully believed Phil chose for her was starting to annoy her.

"Phil, I really think we should go to the American Consulate," Stu said for a third time, trying to get Phil onboard with his idea.

"For what? To report a dead body we shoved into an ice machine?" Phil countered, clearly annoyed with Stu's repetitive words.

"Well what're we going to do? Keep walking around in circles? Because that real productive!" Stu fired back.

"You know, I'm trying to figure this thing out, and your attitude is not helping!" Phil growled, his irritation playing its cards to join the argument.

"Well, I'm sorry! It's a hundred degrees, and we don't have a plan! And all we've done is buy him hats and sodas!"

"What? It's a bag of Fanta!"

"Enough," Brooklyn spoke loud enough for the bickering two to hear her, only Phil continued with his argument.

"Alright, what do you wanna do, Stu?" Phil asked in a mockery tone, looking at Stu in annoyance.

"I don't know!"

"Well then stop yelling at me like it's my fucking fault!"

"IT IS YOUR FAULT!! All I wanted was a bachelor brunch!"

"ITS NO ONES FUCKING FAULT!!" Brooklyn yelled over the two bickering men, to which they immediately stopped yelling at each other to look at her. She's had enough of everything.

"YOU WANTED A BACHELOR BRUNCH, YOU GOT YOUR FUCKING BACHELOR BRUNCH! DON'T YOU DARE INSINUATE THAT THE REASON WHY WE'RE IN THE EXACT SITUATION THAT HAPPENED TWO YEARS AGO IS BECAUSE OF SOMETHING AS MUNDANE AS A FIRE! WE'RE NOT GOING TO GET ANYTHING DONE IF YOU TWO KEEP YELLING AT EACH OTHER! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ACTS TOGETHER RIGHT THIS FUCKING SECOND, I WILL DO SOMETHING THAT WILL DEMOTE ME BACK DOWN TO A BEAT COP!" She screamed, her voice cracking multiple times as she yelled. "Now let's find this kid before he fucking bleeds to death!" She finished, her voice now broken and squeaky.

Neither of the other 3 dared to speak up after Brooklyn finished yelling at them. The only thing that broke the silence was Phil's phone ringing. "Shit! It's Doug!" Phil shouted as he read the caller ID, answering Doug's call immediately. "Talk to me!"

Listening to what Doug was telling him, Phil then raised his hands in a 'Hallelujah' gesture. "Oh, thank god. Doug found him. What happened?" He asked as Stu let out a huge breath of relief. "Arrested? For what?" Phil asked, which piqued Brooklyn's attention.

"Seriously?" Phil questioned, his tone like he was proud in some way. "Okay. Okay, I'll call you when we get there." Hanging up, Phil turned to his cohorts. "Teddy's in jail but he's fine, we gotta get a cab."

"Okay! Alright!" Stu shouted, his enthusiasm coming back to him as Phil hailed a cab.

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Now at the Rachawang Police Station where Phil informed the 3 Doug said where Teddy was, Phil ordered for Teddy's bail as Stu, Brooklyn and Alan sat in the provided waiting area, the monkey between Stu and Alan and reading a newspaper.