before i go - the hangover IIII

part 2

I felt myself slowly waking up. My arm was hanging off a bed while I felt my other arm gripping someone's back of whoever was next to me. I felt my tangled hair on my shoulders and my mouth was half opened, not knowing where I was, only half awake.

I lifted my head slightly, my head pounding. I realize I was covered by half a white fluffy comforter in a substantial canopy bed. The head board was velvet and the rest of the bed was gold.

I look to my side to see the person who my hand was on to find out it was a shirtless man, with his head almost hanging off the other side of the bed. The only thing I could make out of his face was that he had a slight beard, the kind an English model would have.

As I was almost fully aware of my surroundings, I realized the only clothes I was wearing was a man's white dress shirt, pretty much open except for the two buttons that were done. Other than that I was only in my underwear and bra, feeling exposed.

"We're the fuck am I?" I ask myself lowly, sitting up and pulling my legs close to me and resting my head on them. "We're so fucked."

After rubbing my eyes a few time I scan my eyes around the room. The first thing I saw was Phil without a shirt sitting up at the end of the bed, resting his back on the uncomfortable looking footboard, passed out. I then saw Alan sitting in a chair in his underwear, once again, and a shirt that said "fuck off" in capital letters. He had pink sunglasses on his face with the letters 'h' and 'o' written in one frame and 'e' and 's' in the other. What could've possibly happened last night?

I scan the huge room again looking for my other two friends. The room was large. The two large doors were to the right of the bed with golden designs all over them. There was a large golden dresser directly in front of the bed with a large tv in front of it. To the left of me, there was a nightstand and an empty way to the big windows with velvet curtains.

I try to get up and sit up at the side of the bed shaking my head and groaning.

I try and walk over to the window but almost fall and lose my balance since my head was spinning.

I rubbed my eyes and kept walking, but felt myself walk into someone on the ground and fell right on top of them.

"Stu, Jesus Christ," I say as I sit up on the floor. Stu was laying face down on the floor. He shifted a little and groaned in disgust, his eyes still closed.

I get up and try to balance myself so I could make it over to the window this time safely.

I grip the velvet curtain in my hand and tug on the curtains to reveal the sun blinding me in the eyes.

As my eyes were trying to adjust, all I could make out was grass. A Greenland maybe? I could see the rest of where we were staying tho. It was brick. As my eyes fully adjusted I realized we were in some sort of palace or castle. It definitely wasn't California.

"What the fuck," I yelled out in panic causing Phil to scream and fall off the bed in shock, getting scared at my voice. "Where are we now?"