The Hangover

12

Chapter Twelve
"ᎢᎻᎬY ᎻᎪᎢᎬ ᏟᏆNNᎪᎷᎾN."

All three of them slowly walked down the hotel's hallway. They looked like shit. Eugene had dried blood on his shirt and his lip was cut open. Hiccup's shirt was covered in dirt and looked like it hadn't been cleaned in days. Kristoff's blonde hair was sticking out in random places and his forehead was a deep red from the crowbar. "Wait, guys. Guys." Kristoff said, getting them to stop. Eugene and Hiccup sighed, turning around to look at him. "What about the tiger? What if he got out?" Kristoff whispered.

"Oh, fuck." Eugene groaned, tossing back his head. "I keep forgetting about the goddamn tiger. How the fuck did he get in there?"

"I don't know," Hiccup deadpanned. He twisted to glare at Kristoff. "Because I don't remember."

"Shh, Hic." Eugene said, afraid that the tiger had gotten out. "Hic, keep it down."

"Because one of the, uh, side effects of, uh, roofies is memory loss." Kristoff said, looking at Hiccup.

Hiccup widened his green eyes and slightly dropped his jaw. "You are literally too stupid to insult."

"Thank you." Kristoff softly nodded.

"Hey." Eugene whisper shouted, leaning against the door, his hand on the knob. Quietly, he opened the door, stepping to the apartment. Phil Collins was playing in the background softly. "Hey, come on." Eugene said, urging them to follow him.

Slowly, they walked through the apartment. "Did we leave the music on?" Eugene asked. Kristoff slammed the door shut, following behind them. "Hey. Shh." Eugene scolded.

Eugene shook his head, trying to get a game plan going. "Don't make any sudden movements." He said. He turned a corner, running into something. Hiccup and Eugene screamed and jumped back in fear. "Who the hell are you?" Eugene demanded.

"No, who the hell are you?" The man shouted back.

"Quiet. Quiet." A voice demanded at the piano. Everyone whipped their heads to see the man slowly stand up from the piano and walk towards them.

"Naveen Maldonia?" Eugene scoffed, surprised to see the living legend. Naveen held the record for the youngest boxer to win a heavyweight title at 20 years old. What was he doing in their hotel room?

"Shh." Naveen said, holding a finger to his lips. "This is my favorite part coming up right now." He explained. He drummed along with the beat, his face in concentration. "I can feel it coming in the air tonight." He sang. "Need a chorus line guys." He demanded.

"Oh, lord." Hiccup, Kristoff, and Eugene softly sang in confusion.

"But I've been waiting for this moment, all my life." He sang again, then moved his hands. "One more time, guys."

"Oh, lord." They enthusiastically sang back.

Suddenly, Naveen sucker punched Kristoff in the jaw, launching him to the ground. "Oh, Jesus!" Eugene exclaimed, rushing over to help Kristoff out. Hiccup and him leaned over, seeing Kristoff out cold.

"Why did you do that?" Eugene asked, his hand on Kristoff's head.

"Mr. Maldonia would like to know why is his tiger in your bathroom?" The body guard asked as he shut off the music.