𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭
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When she gets the call from her "brother", Kirsten practically jumps for joy at the opportunity to go to Vegas with her best friends for his bachelor party. She lives for a party, especially when it's...
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TW: Mentions of kidnapping, inappropriate actions and jokes.
[Let's Get It Started - Black Eyed Peas] 1:40 ─〇───── 2:13 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻
My back aches as my eyes flutter open, groaning at the stabbing pain in my head. When my eyes open, for a minute I have no idea where I am until I realise that we're still in the suite, but it's completely wrecked. I try to push myself up but a heavy weight on my back stops me. I look over my shoulder, seeing Phil sleeping on my back. My bare skin is out, my bra straps down my arms. We are lying on a mattress, a blanket wrapped around our bodies. My movement alerts him and Phil slowly starts to wake up, making eye contact with me. He's shirtless and looks at my back, his eyes widening. My legs stick out of the blanket, instantly feeling cold. "Are you naked?" I ask.
"Uh, yeah." He looks down at his body. "You?"
"Yeah," I drop my head into the pillow.
Our attention is stolen when someone screams, running out of the bathroom. They trip over our bodies, falling on top of us and rolling over. Squirts of water spill over my body and I look over to see Alan lying on the floor with no pants on.
"What the fuck?" I scream. "Did you just piss on me? Oh my god, is this piss?"
"Control yourself, man." Phil groans at him. "Goddamn, will you put on some pants?"
"Phil, do not go in the bathroom." Alan panics.
"AI, just calm down. It's me." Phil groans.
"Phil, there is a tiger in the bathroom."
"What's going on?" Stu walks in, looking worse than all of us.
"There's a jungle cat in the bathroom!" Alan runs around, covering his dick with his hand.
"Okay, okay, Al. Al, I'll check it out." Phil stands up.
"Don't go in." Alan pleas. "Don't go in, don't go in. Be careful. Don't, don't."
We watch as Phil opens the bathroom door and I lie back in the bed on my back, groaning at the pain it exempts. Phil quickly shuts the door, turning around and laughing.
"Oh! Holy fuck! He's not kidding."
"See? See?" Alan screams.
"No, there isn't," Stu speaks.
"You okay, buddy?" I ask him.
"No. I am in so much pain right now." Stu groans.
"Goddamn. Look at this place." Phil grabs a shirt, placing it over his shoulders and boxers, sitting on the couch.
"I know. Phil, they have my credit card downstairs. I am so screwed." Stu whines.
"I don't remember how this place got so fucked up." I groan as I get out of bed, walking around the suite to find some clothes. When I walk back to the couch, Stu and Phil are looking at me with wide eyes. "What?" Phil walks up to me, grabs my shoulders and walks me to stand in front of a mirror, turning my head over my shoulder. I look at my reflection, wanting to scream. "What the fuck!?" A large and long black tattoo paints my spine, flowers, vines and writing on my skin. "I got a fucking tattoo? How the fuck did I get a tattoo? Where did I get a tattoo?" I look back at the boys, seeing their eyes still wide. "What? Is it another tattoo?" Their eyes look down at my body, mine following to see that I'm in my white bra and thong, and only that. I look up at Phil, remembering that he was only in his boxers when we woke up together, in a bed. We didn't, did we?
