The Hangover

6

Chapter Six
"Ꮖ ᏟᎪN'Ꭲ ᎻᎪᏙᎬ ᏓᏌᏆᏟᎬ ᎡᏆᏩᎻᎢ NᎾᏔ."

"Why can't we remember a goddamn thing from last night?" Hiccup asked as they rode down the elevator. He had ice wrapped in a towel and was pressing it to the gums were his missing tooth should be. Kristoff found a baby carrier and insisted on wearing it so he could carry the baby. Eugene was leaning against the back wall, trying to calm down his headache.

"Because we obviously had a great fucking time." Eugene said. He didn't know why else they wouldn't remember the night. The elevator dinged as they stopped at a floor. "Why don't you just stop worrying for one minute." He said. Hiccup's worrying was driving him insane. It was also stressing him out as well. "Be proud of yourself." He added with a soft smile.

The doors opened and an older woman entered. She smiled, seeing the baby. "Oh, how cute. What's his name?" She asked.

Eugene looked around, waiting to see if someone was going to speak up. Since everyone else seemed silent, he named the baby. "Ben."

"Carlos." Kristoff cut off.

"Carlos?" Eugene softly asked. The baby looked nothing like a Carlos.

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The group found a table to sit at while they looked for Jack. Hiccup insisted on checking at the front desk, even though Eugene thought it was childish. Knowing Hiccup couldn't sit still and was driving Eugene insane, he let him go. So that left Eugene and Kristoff to watch the baby.

"Hey, Eugene, look." Kristoff spoke up. Eugene looked over at the baby in the high chair. Kristoff moved the baby's hand in front of the baby's crotch. "He's jacking his little weenis." Kristoff laughed.

Eugene laughed, shaking his head. "Pull yourself together, man."

"Not at the table, Carlos." Kristoff pretended to scold, making Eugene laugh.

Hiccup came back with the towel still pressed to his gums. "I looked everywhere." He said. "Gym, casino, front desk. Nobody's seen Jack. He's not here."

"He's fine. He's a grown man." Eugene replied. "Seriously, Hic, you gotta calm down. Here have some juice." He said, placing the glass in front of Hiccup.

At the sight of juice, Hiccup leaned to the side and threw up. The idea of eating or drinking anything made his stomach churn. The smell didn't exactly help either. "I can't have juice right now." He groaned.

"Okay. All right. Let's just track this thing." Eugene said, knowing he couldn't eat anything either. He grabbed a napkin and a pen, ready to write everything down. "What's the last thing we remember doing last night?" He asked.

"Well, the first thing was we were on the roof and we were having those shots of Jäger." Kristoff said, playing with his sunglasses.

At the word, Hiccup gagged, stopping himself from throwing up again.

"And then we ate that dinner at The Palm. Right?" Eugene asked, writing the thoughts down as they went.

"That's right." Kristoff nodded, remembering that part. "And then we played craps at the Hard Rock, and I think Jack was there."