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: Mentions of drugs.
[One Night In Bangkok - Mike Tyson] 1:40 ─〇───── 2:13 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻
With the last remaining energy I have left, I run beside the guys, up the stairs in the hotel. We make it to the elevator, knowing that the power is back on and we use all of our force to pull the doors open. Inside, Teddy lies on his back on the floor of the elevator, his arm over his forehead, looking pale and sweaty.
"Oh, my God! Teddy!" I gush. "He's okay! He's okay!"
"Hey, you okay?" Phil slowly wakes him up. "You okay, man?"
"Where am I?" Teddy groans.
"You're in an elevator in the middle of Bangkok." Stu smiles, clearly relieved. "But we're gonna get you out of here. It's gonna be fine."
"Nice tattoo." He slowly opens his eyes.
"Thanks, man." Stu laughs. "All right, let's do this."
We all help Stu pull Teddy out of the eleavtor, having to hold him up for some time as he can't stand on his wobbly knees on his own. Stu and I have taken ahold of him as Phil pulls out his phone, a wide and happy smile on his face.
"Doug, we found him. Yeah!" Phil speaks. "I know, I know, but we're on our way. Okay, bye." He hangs up. "All right, guests are arriving, people are starting to ask questions but we can still pull this off."
"How?" Stu asks.
"I don't know. Like, a taxi?" I shrug.
"Chow's speedboat." Teddy speaks.
"What?" I raise my eyebrows.
"Last thing I remember was getting off Chow's speedboat."
"Chow has a speedboat?" I'm honestly suprised.
"The Perfect Life." Alan mutters.
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"Alan, there's no dock." I scream.
Alan is driving the speed boat, which I still don't know what I was thinking letting him do that, but he's going at an ungodly speed, towards the small dock where the wedding is being held. We all grip the side of the boat tightly, waiting for the inevatable landing.
"Just hang on." Alan doesn't sound confident.
He keeps driving, over the dock and onto the grass. We crash into a wooden gazebo, completely breaking it. The boat stops, everyone around us quietly standing, probably waiting to see if we're alive.
"Hi, everybody." Stu stands up akwardly. "We came in a little hotter than we planned. And sorry we trenched the lawn here." He jumps off the boat. "Totally fixable. A bit of sod, we'll be fine."
