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...
I've never ran so fast in my life to make it to this destination, written on Alan's stomach. So much sweat is seeping into my short and thin clothes from the mix of exercise that I haven't done in a long time and the extreme heat of Bangkok. We make it to the destination, a huge and expensive hotel that looks out of place, in the middle of the town. We all walk into the lobby, Alan pleading with Phil, but I'm tuning him out. I'm still so pissed at him.
"Gentlemen," A man walks over to us, wearing a black suit. He looks down at me. "M'lady, follow me."
"All right." Alan shrugs, following him. It's a stupid idea, but I'm all out of options, so the rest of us walk into the elevator behind the stranger.
"Here you go." The man walks us into a restaurant and over to a table.
"Well," A man in a grey suit, sits at a table, eating off his plate. "It's about time. Sit down." We all look at each other, sceptically. "Come on, sit, sit, sit." Alan sits next to the man, me opposite him, Phil next to me and Stu on the end. "Okay. Wow, you guys look like shit."
"Uh, do we know you?" Phil questions.
"Hey." The man looks over at Alan. "Take off your fucking hat. You're in a restaurant, for Christ's sake." Alan does as he is told.
"Okay, listen. Uh," I place my elbows on the table. "We have no clue what's going on here."
"You know, they sell a plum whiskey here." He ignores me. "It's fucking unreal. Seriously, it will absolutely fuck you up. Oh, I'm sorry, you guys already got fucked up, didn't you?" He laughs.
"Uh, listen. I'm a little confused." Stu mumbles. "How did you...?"
"Yeah, you know what?" The man interrupts him. "I'm a little fucking confused. Where's Chow?!" We all go stiff at the mention of his name. "Where is Chow with the fucking account code and the fucking password?!"
"We don't know anything about any codes." I plead.
"We're just trying to find our friend," Phil confirms.
"Teddy." The man nods.
"Yes. Teddy." Stu practically jumps in his seat. "Have you seen him?"
"Come here." We all lean closer to him. "Hmm. Let's see. Oh." He shows a picture on his phone, Teddy smiling in his red Harvard jumper. "There's Teddy."
"Holy shit. it's from last night." Phil rubs his face.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"I'm a businessman" He answers me. "And I have invested a large chunk of capital in your friend Chow. And in return, he was supposed to transfer our profits electronically" He checks his watch. "About five fucking minutes ago. So last night, we took Teddy as insurance."
"Oh, my God. Is he okay?" Stu panics.
"Oh, my God. I wasn't done talking." He glares at him. "You tell Chow that we are having breakfast on the roof of this hotel tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. Now, if he makes the transfer, you will get Teddy. If not, well, then, hey, you know? It's Bangkok." We stay sat, letting his words sink in. "That's your cue to get the fuck out of here." We all jump up, wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible, Alan dragging behind. "Hey, you know what? Leave the hat."
Alan hesitates, and I walk over to him. "Alan, leave the hat."
Alan does just that, giving his hat to the man. "Attaboy."
"We're fucked. Chow's dead." I talk once we're back in the lobby.
"What do we do now?" Stu panics.
"The guy doesn't give a shit about Chow." Phil takes control. "This whole thing's about a bank account. Let's just go back to the hotel, and search Chow's body. And hopefully the passwords in his wallet or something."
"What if it isn't?" Stu curses. "I mean, they're gonna kill Teddy."
"Let's all calm down." I take a deep breath. "We have until 8 a.m. tomorrow to figure it out."
"First the monkey, now my hat." Alan cries. "How much worse can this day get?"
"Jesus Christ," I mutter.
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We found a small boat that would take us back to our hotel, not that long and very cheap. Stu sits in the front, having found a guitar and is playing a few strings randomly. Phil sits behind him, with me in between his legs and finally being able to relax against him. I couldn't care less what Alan is doing right now as I have my eyes closed, feeling Phil's fingers going through my knotted hair.
"Well, we're living here in Allentown." Stu sings as he plays the guitar. "And he's driven our lives into the ground. When we woke up, we were wasted and drunk. Phil got shot. We got beaten by a monk." A small smile appears on my face, finally being able to see the humour in all of this. "I was happy, and my life was good. Getting married like a dentist should. Roasting marshmallows on a stick. I got fucked in the ass by a girl with a dick."
