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

Chapter 11.

(A/n: I am so sorry I've been MIA recently, lots has been going on and I haven't had much time to continue this but hopefully this can make up for the time).

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"What about England, Phil? Will we still be friends there?"

"Alan, I already told you, it was in the heat of the moment, okay? We're still friends, all over the world," Phil answered, trying to end the conversation as the 4 walked into the hotel.

"Even Great Britain?"

Phil was done with the conversation, flashing Brooklyn an annoyed glance before answering. "Yeah, mhm."

"What about you, Stu?" Alan then asked Stu, who was trailing behind him.

"We'll see."

"Brooklyn, are we still friends?" Alan then asked, to which Brooklyn responded almost immediately.

"You were never my friend to begin with," She growled, which brought Phil to wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her closer.

"Just breathe, that's all you can do right now."

"Gentlemen, lady, follow me," A random man in the lobby ordered, leading the four towards a large flight of stairs while Phil, Stu and Brooklyn shared a look. Alan, however, just began following the man.

They followed the man up the stairs into a large dining room with very tall windows and a lot of nicely dressed people dining.

Phil held Brooklyn close to him, his protective instincts on overdrive as they walked.

He refused to let anything happen to her when she didn't have anything to protect herself except him.

And he absolutely refused to let anything happen to her after it was revealed that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her.

They could see the whole city from the height they were at. But they didn't have time to enjoy the view as the man leading them kept walking.

He led them towards a table occupied by a man who looked a little overweight, stuffing his face with Thai food, wearing an expensive looking suit and a large gold pinky ring.

Everything about him screamed 'Get The Fuck Out Of Dodge'.

"Well! It's about time. Sit down," He said once he looked at them, seemingly recognizing them.

When they didn't sit, he urged them once again. "Come on. Sit, sit, sit."

Alan sat next to the man, Stu across from him and Phil next to Stu, Phil pulling Brooklyn down to his lap even though they were in a public setting, but he obviously didn't care.

"Wow, you guys look like shit," The guy commented, looking around at the four before his eyes landed on Brooklyn. "You know what? I retract my statement from you, you are gorgeous," He commented once again, sending a wink at Brooklyn.

Rather than answering, Brooklyn just tucked herself closer into Phil's chest while he clenched his jaw and sat straighter, still not a fan of other people gawking at his love like a piece of meat.

Taking a breath, even though she felt uncomfortable around the guy, Brooklyn leaned forward slightly and asked the question all 4 of them were wondering. "Uh, do we know you?"

The guy, however, didn't answer her question, instead looking over at Alan with a look of distaste. "Hey. Take off your fuckin' hat. You're in a restaurant, for Christ's sake."

Alan, reluctantly, obeyed the man's demands and took off his sunhat, setting it on the table in front of him as the guy poured himself a drink.

"Okay, listen. Uh, we have no idea what's going on," Phil began to say, only for the man to interrupt him.