I felt someone kick into my side, tripping over me. I instantly sit up, yelping in pain. It was Alan who tripped over me.
"Ah!"
"Control yourself, man," I hold my kicked side with one hand, the other covering my breasts. Wait, why was I semi-naked?
"Goddamn, will you put on some pants?" I covered myself with the duvet that I had over myself before-hand.
"Emma, do not go into the bathroom!" he cried.
"Al, just calm down. It's me,"
"Emma, there is a tiger in the bathroom!"
"What's going on?" Stu asked, looking extremely hungover.
"There's a jungle cat in the bathroom!" Alan cried once more, pulling down his shirt over himself and pointed to the room.
"Okay, okay, Al. Al, I'll check it out," I stood up, still clinging onto the duvet and walked to the bathroom.
"Don't go in, don't go in!" he pulled my arm in hope to stop me. I opened the door and peered inside - which features a shitty looking bathroom and a... tiger?! I closed the door as fast as I could and turned to both Stu and Alan who both looked like shit.
"Oh, holy fuck! He's not kidding, there's a tiger in there."
"See, see?" Alan turned to face Stu.
"No, there isn't," Stu said over him.
"Yeah!" I agreed with Alan, picking up a random shirt from the floor. Couldn't tell whose' it was but I didn't care, I was semi-naked.
"It's big. G-Gigantic!" Alan sat on the cold, marble floor.
"You okay, buddy?" I asked my best friend, Stuart, taking a seat in front of him.
"No, Emma, I am in so much pain right now," he didn't look too good, but then again - Allan just saw a freaking tiger in the bathroom. How did it end up there?
"Goddamn, look at this place," I looked around the Las Vegas suite - broken television, burning chair, over-filled hot tub.
"Whew."
"I know. Emma, they have my credit card downstairs, I am so screwed," he placed his hands on his face, he looked like shit.
"How the- How does a tiger get in the bathroom? It almost killed me!" Allan kept bickering on about the tiger in the bathroom, Jesus Christ.
"Hey, bro. You mind puttin' on some pants?" I asked Alan.
"I find it a lil' weird, I have to ask twice."
"Pants at a time like this?" he looked around, scratching his beard.
"I don't have any pa..." Allan wrapped a curtain around his lower-self.
"What the fuck happened last night?" I asked to no one in particular.
"Hey, Em', am I missing a tooth?" Stu turns to me and smiles oddly, showing me his teeth - he was indeed missing a tooth.
"I can't...oh, holy shit," I cover my mouth with my left hand to stop myself laughing.
"Oh, my god," a wide-eyed Stu grabbed a mirror and looked for the missing tooth.
"My lateral incisor's...it's gone!"
"It's okay. Okay, okay. We just need to- need to just calm down," I looked at Alan, then back to Stu,
"We're fine. Everything's fine-"
"Alan, go wake up Doug." a shirtless and tired Phil awoke from the other bedroom, stumbling over to the three of us, winking at me.
"Let's go get some coffee and get the fuck out of Nevada..."
"...before housekeeping shows." he sat down next to me.
"What am I gonna tell Melissa?"
"I lost a tooth and I have no idea how it happened,"
"You're freakin' me out, man," Phil added.
"I got a massive headache, okay?" I really did.
"Let's just calm down-"
"How am I suppose to calm down?" Stu interrupted me by whining...again.
"Look around you!"
"Hey, guys,"
"What, Alan?"
"H-He's not in there,"
"Did you check all the rooms?" Phil asked, squinting his eyes, slightly.
"Yeah, I looked everywhere,"
"Plus his mattress is gone,"
"He probably went down to the pool to get something to eat. I'll just call his cell." Phil whipped out his phone, dialing Doug's number.
Just wanted to see how this started off.