The Hangover

10

Chapter Ten
"ᏚᎻᎻ. ᎾKᎪY. ᏔᎬ NᎾ ᎢᎪᏞK."

"Hello?" Eugene called out as the group entered the shop.

A soft buzzing came from the back as a voice answered him. "Be with you in a minute."

Eugene walked towards the sound, the rest of them following behind him. Scattered on the walls were pictures of random people with their new tattoos. It was a good thing the pictures were up because the building itself looked to be decades old and hadn't been fixed since.

Eugene leaned forward, his hands on hips as he watched the tattoo artist drill away on what looked to be a child's arm. "Excuse me." He said, getting his attention.

The man looked up, narrowing his dark eyes under his wide glasses. The cigarette between his teeth gave off a horrible smell, the fumes distinct in the humid air. A smile was brought to his face when Hiccup stepped forward. "Oh, look who it is." He said. He looked back down at his new artwork. "So, what do you think?"

"What? I'm sorry?" Hiccup asked, having a few quick blinks.

"The tattoo? You love it?" The man asked with a smile, stopping what he was working on.

"Uhhh, no. Actually, I hate it." Hiccup said, giving a forced smile.

"No refunds. Get the fuck out." The man spat, putting out his cigarette.

"Wait a second." Eugene spoke up.

"Read the sign." The man declared. Everyone glanced over, reading the sign that said, 'No Refunds. Get the fuck out of here.'

"We don't want any refunds. We just have a couple questions." Eugene said, clarifying the situation. The man leaned forward, slightly curious. "We're trying to figure what went down last night."

"'What went down'?" The man repeated, making sure he heard him right. Eugene gently nodded his head. "Look what you did outside. Half the neighborhood went down."

"We did that?" Hiccup asked. Oh, great. That was just great.

"You don't remember getting into a bar fight at the White Lion?" He asked as he went back to work on his customer. When none of them replied, he went on. "Starting a full-on fucking riot?"

"No, sir. We don't remember anything." Eugene sighed as they shook their heads in shame.

The man began to laugh, looking around at them. Kristoff quietly joined in, not wanting to be out of the joke. Eugene glanced over at him, slightly glaring. The man handed the tattoo gun to the kid. "Hold this. Oh, boy." He grinned, grabbing his phone. "Check this out."

People screaming and sirens wailing came from the phone. Eugene grabbed it and tilted it to watch the video. "Holy shit." He swore while Hiccup's green eyes widened at the scene.

On the video, Hiccup was shown shirtless, waving his shirt around. "Fuck the police!" He shouted. People were screaming everywhere. It was chaotic. "Fuck the police!" He chanted again, making sober Hiccup cringe.

There was a loud bang and the camera zoomed in on Teddy, whose gray sweatshirt was wet from sweat or alcohol or both. He grinned, leaning close to the camera. Hiccup gasped, pointing at the phone. "There's Teddy. He was with us."