The Hangover

17

Chapter Seventeen
"YᎾᏌ ᏞᎾᎾK ᏩᎾᎾᎠ, YᎾᏌ ᏩᎾᎢ ᏚᎾᎷᎬ ᏟᎾᏞᎾᎡ. Ꮖ'Ꮇ ᏓᎬᎪᏞᎾᏌᏚ."

They had pulled over to the side of the road. Eugene had calmed down considerably and held his phone to his ear. He coughed as the line rang, his ribs killing him. But the pain in his ribs was nothing to what Elsa was going to do to them once she found out about Jack.

"Hello?"

"Elsa, it's Eugene."

"Eugene, where the hell are you guys?" Elsa demanded. "I'm freaking out."

Eugene continued talking to Elsa as the other three stood on the other side of the road. Hiccup was leaning against the car, his arms crossed across his chest, staring into the sun. If only it could burn him into a pile of ash.

"Thanks for the lift back to town." Other Jack said, walking back from taking a leak.

"I got a question for you." Hiccup said, standing up. Kristoff looked up at him from his spot on the hood.

"What's up?" Other Jack asked.

"How did you wind up in Shang's car?"

Other Jack paused, rubbing his hands on his stomach. "That crazy asshole kidnapped me yesterday." He said, furrowing his eyes.

"Okay, but why? I mean, why you?"

"'Cause he thought I was with you guys because we were all hanging out at the Bellagio." Other Jack answered, nodding his head and softly smiling.

"What?" Hiccup asked, furrowing his green eyes.

"We were at the Bellagio?" Kristoff asked.

"Yeah, we were shooting craps. Don't you remember?" Other Jack said, shrugging his shoulder at them. He was surprised that they had forgotten.

"No." Hiccup said, annoyed with having to repeat himself a million times. "No, we don't remember. Because some dick drug dealer sold him Ruphylin and told him it was ecstasy." He glared, gesturing to Kristoff.

"Ruphylin." Other Jack repeated. "There you go with that word. Ruphylin. Ruphylin. What the hell is a Ruphylin?" He asked, shaking his head.

"Wow," Hiccup scoffed, his jaw slightly dropping, "you are the world's shittiest drug dealer." He declared. He stood taller, growing more and more pissed off. "Ruphylin, for your information, is the date rape drug. You sold Kristoff roofies."

"Oh, shit. I must have mixed up the bags. My fault, Kristoff." Other Jack apologized. He then slowly shook his head. "Damn, Clayton gonna be pissed off at me on that one."

"Whatever." Hiccup replied, straightening his lips and staring into the distance.

"It's funny because just the other day me and my boy, we was wondering why they even call them roofies." Other Jack grinned, trying to continue to make small talk with Hiccup and Kristoff. "You know what I'm talking about?"

"No. Don't know whatcha talking about." Hiccup said, shaking his head. He wasn't in the mood to talk. Especially to other Jack.