The Hangover

7

Chapter Seven
"KᎡᏆᏚᎢᎾFF. KᎡᏆᏚᎢᎾFF, ᏢᏞᎬᎪᏚᎬ ᏚᎢᎾᏢ ᏟᎡYᏆNᏩ."

Eugene's eyes slowly peeled open. His clothes cling to his body from sweat. His brown hair drooped in his face, slicked down from the heat. He was facedown on a dirty tile floor.

He groaned, rolling to his side then flopping on his back. "What the hell?" He muttered, staring at the moldy ceiling. Where were they? What happened last night?

He forced himself to sit up, leaning against the coffee table for support. He ran his fingers through his hair as he looked around at their surroundings. The dim light above softly hummed and the fan on the coffee table gave a light breeze that made no difference in the sticky heat.

This was a definite downgrade from the hotel they had gotten for the wedding. There were rips in the sofa cushions and mattresses. A wobbly bunk bed was pushed against the wall and the alarm clock looked like it came straight from the fifties. On the floor a little ways away, a cockroach crawled towards the wall.

He coughed, standing up. Above him, the fan on the ceiling trembled back and forth, looking like it was being held by only two screws. He sniffed, rubbing his nose as people shouted out in the hallway.

He grabbed his sunglasses from off the table and walked to the window. He pulled back the shades, slightly blinded from the sun as he looked out at the city. Something creaked behind him and a loud thunk followed.

"What?" Eugene asked, flipping around to see Kristoff now laying on the ground. He turned back, looking out the window again.

"No." Kristoff mumbled, curling into a ball. He forced himself to stand up. He wobbled a bit, his legs still unstable as he wandered to Eugene. "Eugene?" He breathed, squinting his brown eyes. "I think it's happened again."

He turned and looked him. "Kristoff, what the fuck did you do?" He asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I didn't do anything. I swear to God."

Eugene studied him. "Your hair is gone."

Kristoff immediately grabbed at his chin, feeling his stubble.

"No, no." Eugene said, walking towards him. "Up." He pointed.

Kristoff rubbed his hands on his head, which was now shaved. He chuckled, looking around as he felt the stubble pricking against his fingers.

"Where the fuck are we?" Eugene asked, looking around the hotel room. There was a small thud then the lights flickered off. The fans slowed to a stop, signaling the power had shut off.

"Eugene, I'm scared." Kristoff immediately whispered, their only source of light coming from the window.

A loud moaning echoed into the room. Kristoff and Eugene furrowed their eyebrows. Eugene pushed past him, knocking Kristoff onto the coffee table and shoving the items on it to the ground.

He stumbled in the bathroom. He looked over in the bathtub, seeing Hiccup curled up with a pillow under his head. Hiccup groaned, the noise echoing around them.