One Wrong Move

Chapter Twenty-one - The real hangover

Link woke up with on of the worst headaches he'd had in a long time. He looked around and saw Rhett sleeping on the bed across of him, his face was turned towards the wall, but Link could still make out that it was Rhett. The room was dark, but beams of light came in through the small cracks where the door was. Link sat up and felt his stomach turn a little. He felt incredibly sick, but was he going to vomit? Probably not. Rhett turned around and looked at Link, smiling a little.

" Morning sleepyhead. Slept well? "

" Terrible actually, what happened last night? " Link groaned.

" Oh, let me tell you about it. " Rhett sighed. " You behaved like you'd gone mental. "

" What are you talking about? "

" First of all, not to surprise you, but you got wasted right before we hit that club. And whilst we were in there you randomly shot bullets all over the place. Why I know not, and I don't even know if you hit anyone. Hopefully not. "

" What? I just had half a glass of whiskey. Or at least that's what I remember. "

" Nope, three. You swooped three glasses right in front of me and then waddled out of the car like a pregnant penguin. Seriously, you even leaned back at nothing. "

" Why didn't you stop me? Or at least said something? "

" I did. "

" Oh. " Link said, feeling shame build up inside.

" But listen buddy, I'm not that mad. You weren't stupid enough to take your gloves off or anything. Plus, you're getting what you deserve. Everybody wins. "

" You mean this hangover? "

" Exactly, and it's probably not even that bad. "

" Take that back. " Link said and grabbed a paper-bag. " It's happening. "

Rhett hid underneath the covers whilst Link stuck his head in the bag and retched out everything from last night. Every single little piece of shame came up, but was replaced by the guilt of a hangover. He then threw the bag away and laid down in his bed again. Rhett peaked out from underneath his covers.

" Listen, no time to nap today. We've got some stuff to do. "

" Oh come on! You can do what ever it is without me. "

" No I can't. I talked to the guy who owns the gas station last night, and he told us we look a lot like Brett and Sink. "

" Brett and Sink? Who the heck are they? "

" Internetainers apparently. People who live off of entertaining people online. "

" Sounds weird. Do we really look a lot like them? Have you seen them? "

" Yep. Look at this. " Rhett said and showed Link the same image that the young man at the gas station showed him last night.

Link looked a the dark haired, shorter one. They did look a lot a like.

" Is that Sink? " Link asked.

" Yep, Sink and Brett. "

" Sink? What a weird name. "

" Apparently his real name is Simon, Sink is just a nickname. "

" Thinking of it, even our names is kinda similar. Strange. I mean, my name is Lincoln, but I go by Link. His name is Simon but he goes by Sink, it even rhymes.

Rhett smiled.

" Brett and Sink does rhyme with Rhett and Link. Anywho, I told that guy we'd meet him up at that gas station now this morning. So get dressed, fix your hair and teeth and let's get going. " Rhett said and stepped out of bed.

" What time is it? "

" 8.02, so get up. "

Rhett put on the same clothes he wore the night before.

" We can't look like ourselves, take this. " He said and threw Link a red t-shirt and blue skinny jeans.

Link looked at the t-shirt.

" Plastic man? Seriously? How old am I, six? "

" Just put it on. " Rhett said and buttoned his bird shirt. " And also, take these. "

Link was thrown a pair of grey sneakers, Rhett put on a similar pair, just a little bit darker. After numerous sighs and groans from Links part he was finally dressed. He went up to fix his hair into it's normal back slicked look, but Rhett interrupted him.

" No, do this instead. " He said and carefully combed through Links hair, making go slightly to the side and just lay there. " Now you basically look identical. "

The weirdest thing was that Link and Sink even had the same glasses...