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: Nothing (Kinda boring but we need to get into the juicy parts of the story)
[The Way I Are - Timbaland] 1:40 ─〇───── 2:13 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻
"Phil, I really think we should go to the American Consulate." Stu talks as we walk down the streets, finally out of that dingy hotel room.
"For what?" Phil scoffs. "Report a dead body we shoved into an ice machine? Are we gonna keep walking in circles? That's real productive."
I understand his attitude, due to our situation that's scarily like last time but the sun is worse and the hangover may kill me this time. "I'm trying to figure this out." Stu shrugs.
"Your attitude is not helping."
"Well, I'm sorry. It's 100 degrees and we don't have a plan." Stu looks back at Alan. "And all we've done is buy him hats and sodas."
"What? It's a bag of Fanta." Alan whines.
"All right, what do you wanna do, Stu?" I groan, already having had enough of all of them.
"I don't know." Stu raises his voice, glaring at Phil.
"Stop yelling at me like it's my fault." Phil chants.
"It is your fault!" Stu practically cries. Again, I have a bad feeling that this is all Alan's fault. "All I wanted was a bachelor brunch."
"Shit." Phil pulls out his phone. "Shut up, it's Doug. Talk to me." He listens to the other end of the phone. "Oh. Thank God. Doug found him." He says, making all of us sigh in relief. "What happened? Arrested? For what? Seriously? Okay. Okay, I'll call you when we get there." He ends the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. "Teddy's in jail, but fine. We gotta get a cab."
I wait on the side of the road, my hand raised as I try to flag out a cab. It doesn't take long, and the streets are so busy with people and vehicles. We give the driver the destination and practically bite our fingernails off the entire drive in nerves.
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"Yes, I have his paperwork here." The officer speaks to Phil, who stands at the desk.
"Okay." I practically shoved Phil to talk to them when we got here, having had a horrible experience with the police the last time we were at a bachelor party.
"He has been cleared."
"Sounds good." Phil smiles.
"Of course." The officer walks away.
"Thank you." Phil walks over to us, where we are all waiting on the public benches. "We're good, we're good. They're processing for release. Yeah, they threw him in the drunk tank. He's fine."
"Sixteen years old, spent a night in jail." Stu sighs. "Can you imagine?"
"It'll be something to tell the grandkids one day." I shrug.
"We love to party." Alan chuckles to himself.
The door opens and another officer walks out. "Here we go."
But he wheels out an old, bald man in Teddy's red Harvard hoodie in a wheelchair. "Wait, who's this fucking guy?" I shout.
"Teddy Srisai."
"What...? No, no, no. I'm so" Stu starts to panic, running over to the desk. "It's the wrong guy. Sir. Excuse me. I'm sorry. Uh, there's been a mistake. He brought the wrong guy. That's not Teddy."
"Of course it is." The officer answers. "We have his IDs and everything. These were in his pockets when we made the arrest." He hands us the identification.
"They were in his pocket?" Phil asks.
"Excuse me, sir." Stu takes them, showing the unknown man in the wheelchair. "How did you get this stuff?" But he doesn't answer. "Hello?"
"Teddy doesn't speak." The officer says. "We tried English, Thai, and Chinese. Nothing."
"Let me ask you something." I stole the identifications from Stu and showed them to the officer. "Does he look like he works out at Bally Total Fitness in Palo Alto, California?" I read the card.
"Look, we arrest a lot of people." The officer sighs. "We cannot analyze everything. All right?"
"Well, what do you expect us to do with this guy?" Phil groans.
"Not my problem."
"Hey, guys?" Alan calls us over. "I think he knows us." I look over, seeing the man directly staring at me.
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"Hi. Hello." Stu waves his hand in front of the man's face from where we sit outside of the police station. "Do you know where our friend is?! Teddy! He's missing!"
"Stu, forget it." I sigh, looking through the small amount of stuff the police gave us. "The guy's worthless. He knows something." I look over at the man, who seems to not have blinked since we moved him. "Why does he keep staring at me?" Phil wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me away from the man's view.
"He's wearing Teddy's sweatshirt." Stu squeals.
"What if he just doesn't understand?" Phil suggests.
"Uh, I'll act it out." Stu jumps up. "Yeah, like charades. Watch. Two words."
"Is it a movie?" Alan starts to play.
"This is not for you, Alan." Stu groans. "American teenager in Asia."
"Karate Kid with Jaden Smith." Alan guesses. "It's easy because you were talking through it."
"Stu, it's a waste of time." Phil bellows. "Just leave this fucking guy here."
"Oh, here's something." Alan smiles, reading from his flashcards. "There are 500,000 monks living in Thailand. It is not uncommon for some monks to take a vow of silence at the age of 8."
"There you go." Phil smiles.
"Is there anything else in that envelope?" I ask him.
"No, it's empty." He shakes it. "Whoa, hang on." He pulls out a small piece of paper. "A drink card from White Lion Bar, Bangkok?"
