before i go - the hangover IIII

part 3

"This can't be happening," I whisper to myself as I hold my head and gently sit on the floor before I passed out. I was near Stu, so I reached out my quivering hand to tap him.

"Stu, Stu!" I yell. "Wake up!"

Stu, on the floor with only a pillow to sustain his head, opened his eyes slightly. They started to widen as he realized his surroundings.

"No, no, no, this can't be happening no, no, no," Stu frantically stutters getting up.

"Oh it's happening alright," Alan says slowly sitting in the chair he was in, me not realizing he awoke.

Phil must have heard Stu because he popped up behind the bed. I saw his head pop up in shock, "Where are we?"

"It was fucking Alan," I started to get pissed off and ran to where Alan was sitting, ready to throw a punch.

Alan soon realized and dodged my punch. "What just happened?" Alan shouts.

"You drugged us! Again, Alan! You did it again!"

"I did not, Vanessa. This time I didn't, I swear," Alan pleads. By this time, we were all gathered around Alan, Phil on my right, and Stu on my left. The guy on the bed was still passed out. "Why would I do it for my own wedding?"

"He has a point," Phil says, putting his hands behind his head in frustration.

"He said that the last fucking time in Bangkok!" I yell

"Alan I swear to god-"

"Phil, I did not drug you guys! Yes, our wolf pack is very special to me and I had so much fun in Vegas and Bangkok. Maybe not with you Vanessa, but with you guys yes. I wouldn't mess up my own wedding!"

"Well, fuck. Then how did we get here?" Stu asks, finally speaking up for the first time.

Completely ignoring Stu's question, I walked over by the window again.

"Guys, where do you think we are?" I ask as everyone crowds around me at the window.

"I don't know," Stu says.

"It could maybe be Ireland, or maybe like England or Scotland. Maybe even like outer skirts of China?" I say, not really knowing much about geography.

"Are there even outer skirts of China?" Alan asks, crossing his arm.

"I don't fucking know Alan! I'm freaking out!" I yell at him.

"We're definitely in a castle," Phil says from behind me. I turn around to him crossing his arms and licking his lips. "This is exactly what a castle would look like."

Finally, as I was completely aware of my surroundings, I realized that Doug was not present. Once again.

"Guys..." I drag out. "Where the fuck is Doug?"

"I can't do this. I can't do this," Stu says freaking out and trying to sit on the floor before he passed out.

"We need to think this through. Okay? That's just what we have to do. Okay? Okay. Lets wake up the shirtless douchebag on the bed and we'll go from there. We've been through this before, we can do it again," Phil tries to calm everyone down, even though he's still freaking out.

I walk slightly over to the shirtless man laying unconscious in the bed, wondering why I was in the bed with him.

"Vanessa wake him up, since ur the one that's wearing his shirt," Phil looks me up and down, giving a slight attitude.

"Okay. Fine." I say sharply.

I extend my arm and squat down to get eye to eye with the strange guy who was still sleeping.