The Hangover

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Chapter One
"ᏔᎪᎢᏟᎻ ᎢᎻᎬ ᏞᎬᎪᎢᎻᎬᎡ!"

"Whoa! Watch it, pervert!" Kristoff shouted as the tailor started measuring his pants.

"It's okay, Kristoff, he's just doing your inseam." Jackson reassured. Kristoff was a little wacky. Well, more than a little. He was strange to say the least and didn't have very many friends. And jumped to a lot of conclusions.

"He's getting very close to my shaft." Kristoff defended.

Jackson let out a long sigh and the tailor stood up. "All done. You may change now."

"Thanks, Floyd. Thank you very much." Jackson said as the tailor walked out. He was embarrassed by how Kristoff was reacting, but what could he do? He just had to accept it. "All right, buddy. We should get a move on."

"You know, Jack," Kristoff said as he was pulling off the suit, "I was thinking. . . If you wanna go to Vegas without me, that is totally cool, you know?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know, Eugene and Hiccup, they're your buddies, and it's your bachelor party." Kristoff explained as he continued changing.

"Come on, Kristoff. Those two love you." Jack said. He knew they really didn't like him, but it was Jack's bachelor party, not theirs. He got to decide who got to come along and he wanted Kristoff there.

"And also, I don't want you to feel like you have to hold back because your wife's brother's there. I just--"

"It's not like that." Jack assured. When he looked up from his watch, he saw a sight he really didn't want to see. Again, Kristoff was a strange character. Kristoff stood there, his hands on his hips as he waited for Jack to continue.

Looking at something else in the room, he went on. "It's not like that. I already told you, Kristoff. Okay? We're just spending the night in Vegas. It's not big deal." Jack said. "Besides, you're not just my wife's brother, you're my brother now."

A smile crept onto Kristoff's face. "I want you to know, Jack, I'm a steel trap. Whatever happens tonight, I will never, ever, ever, speak a word of it." He declared.

"Okay. Yeah, I got it." Jack nodded, unsure what to say. "Thank you. I don't think that--"

"Seriously. I don't care what happens." Kristoff repeated, stepping closer to Jack. He was then face to face with him. "I don't care if we kill someone."

"What?"

"You heard me." Kristoff nodded. "It's Sin City."

Still wearing no pants, Kristoff stayed standing beside him. "I won't tell a soul." He whispered.

Jack slowly nodded his head, keeping his eyes on Kristoff's face. "Okay. I got it." He softly spoke. "Thank you."

"No, thank you." Kristoff smiled. He then pulled Jack in for a hug, patting his back. "I love you so much."

xxx

The garage door slowly swept open, revealing a valuable, priceless car. "No, Pete." Jack said. "Really?" He exclaimed.

"Come on, we're family now." Pete grinned, walking Jack toward the car.