Step Brother 2://:Tyler Scheid

25_Pickle Juice

I get up slowly. Everything's in slow motion and it's hard to feel anything but my massive fucking headache.

I open my eyes and look around the room. Everyone's passed out. Tyler's next to me and Alana's at the foot of the bed sprawled out with her mouth wide open; Jacob's laying against the wall on the other end of the room in only a red and green plaid bra and his boxers. Mark's legs are tangled with Sean's and they're in a heap of green and red blankets. I can't see Ethan or Tara.

I shake my head lightly and stand up, trying to balance myself before I start walking out the door. This place is so fucking unfamiliar to me. I wonder down the hall and find the bathroom.

Tara's on the toilet, her face is in her hands and her underwear are around her ankles. She must've fallen asleep on the toilet.

I look at the massive mirror before I realize we aren't at their house. I don't know where we are but no one knows this place. I run my hands under the warm water and then wash my face. I jump when I hear Tara groan. I look at her in the mirror. She looks at me with squinted eyes.

"Do you remember anything?" I say quietly.

She shakes her head slowly before standing and pulling her drawers up. "Do you?" Her voice sounds a tad raspy but I shake my head. We both wonder out of the bathroom and then down the hall. "I don't think we're in the right place." Tara says as she shakes her head.

"I think you're right." I hold my head in my hand.

"We're too hungover." She says.

"Yeah. Maybe there are some pickles somewhere." I close my eyes and take in a deep breath.

"I'll check the mini fridge." Tara leaves my side and I see her waddle to the kitchen area of the room.

"You look like you're chaffing." I say as I watch her.

"I don't know. My vagina hurts." She says quietly as she searches through the mini fridge. I look around the room. It's full of silly string. Ethan's on the big white couch, passed out and holding a microphone in one hand, then Marshal in the other. They're both in their boxers and Marshal's holding a microphone, too.

At the very end of the room there's a blow up sex doll wearing what I think was Ethan's shirt.

"Some weird shit happened last night." I say.

"I don't see any pickles. I'm gonna call room service and see if they can bring us a lot of pickle juice. Or pickles at least." Tara picks up a phone on the counter and presses it to her ear.

I hear a stumble and I look over at Mark tripping over his own feet. "I think I'm still plastered..." He whispers as he runs his fingers through his red hair. He rubs his eyes before he looks at us. "What the fuck happened?"

"We don't know. She's trying to get pickle juice." I say as I look over at Tara.

She looks over at me and nods toward the door as she mouths 'number'. I walk over and slowly open the door. I look back at Tara "It says Honeymoon."

Tara nods and recites it into the phone. She then smiles and thanks whoever is on the line before she puts the phone down. "Who the fuck paid for the honeymoon sweet?"

"I don't know. Check your purse and stuff. Maybe there's a receipt." I say as I start reaching into my pants.

"I have a condom wrapper?" I look over and Tara holds a gold and black wrapper in her hand.

"Well there's no fucking way you had sex. Keep looking." I say as I reach for a thin paper in my hand.

I pull it out. "Oh my god. That's a lot."