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

Chapter 8.

After finding a bus headed for the edge of town, the group hitched a ride.

Brooklyn didn't realize how tired she was until they all sat down, finding herself leaning against Phil's shoulder for support to keep herself up while he and Stu were trying to recall the previous night's events, trying to figure out where the night went south.

"Okay, look, can we just go over this one more time? You got the beer from..." Stu trailed off.

"The hotel bar. They gave me a sealed case," Phil explained, an arm wrapped behind Brooklyn and his other holding the monkey.

"Right, but who gave it to you?"

"The bartender."

"Right, okay," Stu nodded, pausing his sentence. "And then you brought them out, and I opened them."

"Yeah, and Doug had 1 and he was fine, so it's not the beer," Phil added, eliminating the alcohol from the suspect list.

"So, what the hell happened?" Stu asked, looking between his peers.

"I have no idea."

"Hey guys, check it out," Alan laughed manically, ignoring their conversation as he held his water bottle underneath the old monk's robes. "He's got a Chinese boner."

"Alan, come on. Cut it out," Stu attempted to scold, only to start laughing when the monkey jumped from Phil's lap and onto Alan's knee and began biting at the bottle underneath the robes, which made Alan start cackling.

"The monkey is a pervert!" He laughed, the other people on the small bus joining in on laughing, making Phil and Stu laugh as well.

"Come on, that is so wrong," Stu said, trying to stop laughing but not succeeding as Phil patted his back a few times, the rest of the bus continuing to laugh except Brooklyn, not having the energy to laugh.

"Hey, don't stop, monkey, keep doin' it!" Alan kept laughing, the monkey seeming to listen to him and continue biting the bottle. "When a monkey nibbles on a penis, it's funny in any language."

Brooklyn still wasn't laughing as she leaned her head back onto Phil's shoulder.

All she wanted to do was go home. She was happy her 2 friends were getting married but she was exhausted. Bangkok was now the very last place she wanted to revisit after the horrific day.

Phil caught sight of her lack of enthusiasm, gently kissing her forehead as he slightly turned in his seat towards her. "You okay?" He asked, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

"No, I'm not okay," She answered truthfully, looking up at her boyfriend with an exhausted expression. "I'm tired, my body hurts, we can't find Teddy, I don't have any ID showing I'm a cop, we don't know how this happened again, and Bangkok is now the very last place I want to come back to."

"Baby, look at me," Phil said, gently cupping Brooklyn's jawline in his other hand as he gently rested his forehead against hers. "It's going to be okay. We're gonna get through this. We've gotten through it once, who says we can't do it again?"

"This time is different, Phil. We knew Vegas, we don't know Bangkok. We don't know any of fucking Thailand, it's an entirely new country," Brooklyn stated as Phil scanned over her worried face.

All he could do for her was offer her as much comfort as he could, pulling her closer and holding a hand to the back of her head. "We're gonna figure it out, I promise. We're gonna find Teddy, then we're gonna get to this wedding. I've never lied to you before, and I never plan to."

Brooklyn took a breath. She knew Phil was right. She just needed to calm down.

Once arrived at the destination, Phil tipped the driver and thanked him for the ride.