Elise sat at the dinner table, picking away at the Eggs Woodhouse in front of her. Sitting at the table were six very hungover people, and, Elise thought, who wouldn't be? After the party last night, it would be against the laws of the universe to not have a hangover. Even the lemur was sprawled on the table. She tried to maintain some dignity, but she knew she smelled like vodka and puke, like the rest of them. She eyed the phones sitting on the table, hoping one of them would buzz. She had personally frisked everyone not at the table for their phones, as well. Hopefully, one of them would get a text soon. Red was the last one who saw Alex the night before, and was recounting what had happened as he mixed a Bloody Mary.
"Well, we did Drunk Science again. Built a particle accelerator in the garden, which caught fire. After that, he went on an epic journey for more beer, and that was the last I saw of him." He finished mixing the drink, and drained the glass. "My opinion? He probably ended up in Station Square, or some shit, and slept in a ditch. I'll text him again." Just then, every phone in the room buzzed very loudly on the hardwood table, making everyone groan, and grab their heads. Red, who was already holding his phone, read the text to everyone. " 'this is a mass text does anyone know where i am' No punctuation or capitalization, either, so he must be feeling this as much as we are."
Elise fed a piece of the Eggs Woodhouse to the lemur. She never got along with it, but the little guy was obviously suffering. "Mystery solved. He was in a ditch." The phones buzzed again. " 'Never mind. Playing hash hockey with Carlos, the burrito guy." "He gets to have all the fun."
I sat up. The clock said 8 in the morning. Who the hell was Carlos?