The sun didn’t just rise; it interrogated Leo’s retinas.
"The wedding is in four hours," Jax whispered, peeling off the goggles. "And I have a receipt in my pocket for... three dozen inflatable flamingos?" subtitle The Hangover
Silence. Then, a groan from the bathtub. Jax emerged, still wearing neon-pink swimming goggles. "Why is the floor vibrating?" "That’s my heart," Leo said. "Where’s Elias?" The sun didn’t just rise; it interrogated Leo’s retinas
A sudden thud came from the closet. The door creaked open, and Elias tumbled out, wrapped in a hotel duvet, clutching a bag of ice to his head like a holy relic. He looked at them with wide, bloodshot eyes. "We didn't do anything illegal, right?" Elias asked. three dozen inflatable flamingos
Leo sat up, his brain feeling three sizes too large for his skull. "Guys?" he croaked.
They both looked toward the balcony. Elias wasn't there, but his phone was, pinned under a heavy glass trophy that definitely hadn't belonged to them yesterday. As Leo reached for it, the memories began to strobe back: the neon lights of the Strip, a toast made with something that tasted like gasoline, and a very intense conversation with a man named 'Tiny' who owned a tiger.
Leo looked at the traffic cone, then at the trophy, and finally at the "Just Married" sash draped over Jax’s shoulder.