𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬
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When they all wake up again, in an unknown place, a headache to last them a lifetime and their memory gone, they know they've all messed up again. But, this time it's even worse. The stakes a...
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TW: Hiding a dead body and slight racism. (Alan is a trigger warning in himself)
[Turn The Music Louder - KDA] 1:40 ─〇───── 2:13 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻
"He's dead," Phil shouts, stopping Stu's pacing and panicking around the room. "Look, if someone comes and finds a dead body and a pile of cocaine we'll spend the rest of our lives in a Thai prison. Shh!" Alan sobs into his hands beside the body of his dead best friend. "Alan. Alan, please stop crying. All right. All right! I just need a second to figure this out."
We all watch as Phil has a lightbulb moment, grabbing the bed sheet off the floor and all of us help him wrap Chow's body in it and carry it into the hallway. Alan really isn't taking this well, not wanting to be anywhere near the body as we walk towards the elevator. Just like last time, we were so preoccupied with what we were doing that I didn't feel my headache and forgot that I was having another hangover. I'm carrying his arms as Phil has his legs and Stu tries to keep his chest upwards. I keep having to pull him up to me, accidentally rubbing him against my painful nipples.
"Stu, hold the fucking body upright." I groan. "His head keeps touching my boobs. It hurts."
"What?" He raises his eyebrows.
"Oh yeah, didn't I tell you?" I glare, speaking sarcastically. "Whilst I was completely out of it, I got my fucking nipples pierced."
"I don't know why you're stressing about them." Phil shrugs. "They look super hot."
"I'm sure they look fine." Stu nods, trying to help.
"They look really nice."
I turn my head, glaring at Alan. "I'm just gonna pretend you didn't say that and that you don't exist."
We keep it up, carrying the dead body and hoping no one walks out of their hotel rooms and sees us. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know what the hell is going on. Alan follows behind us, but I couldn't care less about what he's doing right now.
"This is the worst idea ever," Stu complains. "What the fuck is this place?"
"Bangkok is the capital of Thailand. Its population is 12 million people." Alan reads from his cards from last night.
"Alan put the cards away and help." Phil orders, pointing at Alan. "Elevator."
"I'll get the button. I'll get the button."
"What the fuck is the deal with this monkey?" I look over at Alan, where the monkey sits on his shoulder.
"That monkey gets it." Alan smiles.
"Come on." Stu groans at him, watching Alan press the button but nothing happens. "Oh, fuck. No, the power's out."
"We gotta take the stairs," Phil suggests.
"Ah, fuck!" I nag.
We take the stairs, every time we make it to the top, another level is waiting for us. Not only do my nipples hurt and poke out of the thin top that I have to wear as I don't know where my dress is and it's a million degrees outside, but this body seems to get heavier the higher we get. But, eventually, we make it to the level with the ice machine, those last few steps the hardest. But Stu, Phil and I shove the body inside of the machine, heavily breathing and dropping our bodies to the ground and finally relaxing.
"Stu," Alan speaks.
"What?"
"We still have to find Teddy." He reminds us.
"Oh, God." Stu sits up. "The roof!"
We all jump up, using the last stretch of energy to make it to the roof. Just like in Vegas, we run around shouting his name and looking for him. But there is no sign of him. No sign of any life.
"Teddy!"
"Teddy!"
"Teddy! Teddy!"
"Teddy! Teddy!"
We all stop, Stu starting to panic again. "He's not here. I can't believe this is happening again."
"Okay. Look, we'll handle this." I noted.
"You get back there." Phil walks over to Stu. "You tell them that Alan, Kirsty and I got drunk with him, we're still partying. You gotta go get married."
"No, no." Stu's eyes widen. "I'm not going back without Teddy. It's Lauren's little brother, he's lost, he's injured. If I fuck this up I lose everything."
"Okay." Phil and I look at each other, trying to find out what to do. "Our pockets."
"Alan, check your pockets." Phil declares. "You know the drill. Come on, there might be clues."
"Check your phones. Numbers, texts." I say. "I got nothing. Fuck."
"Me neither." Phil agrees with me.
"Nothing." Stu groans.
"I got a text from Chow." Alan looks at his phone.
"What time?" I walk to stand next to him.
"Uh, 10:00 last night."
"What's it say?" Phil questions.
Alan reads the text aloud. "On my way, niggas.' Oh, niggas. Okay. Hip-hop."
"Jesus, Alan," I mutter.
"We are so fucked." Phil starts to rub the back of my shoulders, trying to massage the tension out of them.
"Hey, Phil," Alan calls out.
"What?"
"Look who's back." Alan plays with the monkey that is now on his shoulders. "Hi."
"We gotta get you out of the sun." Phil pats his bald head. "Get you a hat."
