Come on, Barbie, Let's go Party (Phil Wenneck x Original Female Character)

Fucked Up

They drove out of the desert in complete silence. None of them knowing what to do next or even where to go. The new Doug had asked them for a ride back into the city and was now squished between Alan and Stu in the backseat.

The worry and fear was consuming Marley. Her brother could be anywhere by now, and they had done everything they could to find him. Tears started to fall down her cheeks as she looked out the window, but she stayed quiet.

Once they were on the road nearing the city, Phil pulled over. "We need to call Tracy. We have nothing else to do."

"I agree." Stu nodded.

They all got out of the car, Phil pulled his cell out of his jean pocket, "You wanna talk to her?" He asked Marley, who shook her head.

"I can't." She sniffled, still crying. She wanted to talk to Tracy, but she felt too guilty to face it. Phil understood and pulled her in for a quick hug, before crossing over to the other side of the road to make the call.

He was out of earshot from the rest of them. Marley stood herself next to Stu and rested her head on his shoulder. The other Doug was peeing behind them and Alan was sat on the hood of the car.

"I really thought we had him." She spoke softly to Stu.

He pulled an arm around her, "Me too."

The other Doug walked back over to them, "Thanks for the lift back to town."

Stu let go of Marley and turned to face him, "I got a question for you. How did you wind up in Chow's car?"

"That crazy asshole kidnapped me yesterday."

"But, why? Why you?" Marley asked him.

"He thought I was with you guys because we were all hanging over at the Bellagio. We were shooting craps at the Bellagio, you don't remember?"

"No. No, we don't remember." Stu snapped, "Because some dick drug dealer sold Alan Ruphylin and told him it was ecstasy."

"Ruphylin. There you go again with that word. Ruphylin. What the hell is a Ruphylin?"

"Wow! You are the world's shittiest drug dealer!" Marley shouted at him, "Ruphylin, for your information, is the date-rape drug. You sold Alan roofies!"

"Oh, shit. I must of mixed up the bags. My fault, Alan." Doug admitted, "Damn, Marshall gonna be pissed off at me on that one."

Marley ran a hand through her hair and let out a sigh, "You shouldn't be selling that shit anyway. Fucking weirdo."

Doug continued his rambling, "It's funny, cause just the other day me and my boy, we was wondering why they even call them roofies. Why not floories, right? Because when you take them...you're more likely to end up on the floor than on the roof. What about groundies? That's a new name for 'em."

Marley thought over what he was saying, "Wait...what did you just say?"

"I said groundies."

"No, before that!" She rolled her eyes. "You said, you're more likely to wind up on the floor than..."

She trailed off, a moment of realisation coming over her. She looked to Stu who looked as if he was thinking the same thing.

Doug was on the fucking roof.

Without a word to each other, Stu and Marley both ran towards Phil, shouting his name. Stu tackled Phil, bringing him to fall onto the ground and knocking the phone out of his hand. Marley picked up the phone and put it to her ear.