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...
We're back in the elevator, the anticipation killing us. We can finally get Teddy, get back to the wedding, Stu can get married, and I can have a drink without feeling guilty. I'm looking forward to a normal hangover that doesn't consist of being unknowingly drugged by a human-sized ballsack.
"Are you guys seriously this calm?" Stu bites his fingernails.
"Relax, Stuart. It's classic switcheroo." Chow scoffs. "I give him money, he gives us Teddy."
"Ever do anything that doesn't end up in a standoff?" I ask.
"I'm an international criminal. It always ends like this." He shrugs. "I met my wife at one of these things."
"You have a wife?" Phil raises his eyebrows.
"Yeah. We married 15 years." We all stay silent. "What, Chow not good-looking enough for woman?"
"No, that's cool." Alan smiles.
"Let's do this." Chow walks out of the elevator, all of us following.
"Welcome to the Tower Club." A server tries to talk to us.
"Blah, blah, blah. Who cares?" Chow waves his hands. "Hey, Kingsley." He sits in front of the man, on the roof where many more people are surrounding us, sitting and having lunch. "Propecia looking nice. Whew, you been hitting the gym?"
"Yes, I am, actually." Kingsley nods. "Thank you for noticing, Chow. Hey, guys, have a seat."
We do as we're told, and Stu speaks. "Where's Teddy?"
"He's waiting downstairs in my car," Kingsley answers. "We'll send him up when the transfer is complete."
"Tell you what:" Chow laughs. "Give me extra 50 grand, you keep Teddy. And I throw in this other fat fuck for free." Chow and Kingsley laugh, Alan joining in, not realising that the joke is on him. "Alan, account number?"
"Uh, eight-one-four" Alan reads the small piece of paper, Kingsley and Chow both typing on a computer. "K, as in knife, two-three-nine-eight."
"Password?"
"Baloney1"
"Your password is baloney1?" I raise my eyebrows.
"It used to be just baloney." Chow shrugs. "Now they make you add number. Really fucking annoying." The computer beeps. "Ta-da. Oh, look, you sunk my battleship."
"Great. Now can we please have Teddy?" Stu doesn't skip a beat.
"Uh, yeah. Bring him up." Kingsley talks to a bodyguard.
"Ha, ha. See?" Chow laughs. "We go to your wedding, we have fun, I bust a nut."
"We did it, Stu. it's over." Phil smiles, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
