Missing: One Groom
Summary:
Set a few days before Opie and Lyla's wedding in season 4. The boys decide to head off to L.A for Opie's stag weekend with hillarious results.
I don't own any of the SOA characters and any similarity to the film Hungover is purely a coincidence. Ive just been watching it on DVD and thought wouldn't it be funny if Opies stag do, was just like it.
Jax's head was pounding, he was lying on the floor of the room in the motel in Los Angeles, where he and a number of other sons had booked into for Opies stag weekend. He couldn't remember how he had got on the floor, hell he couldn't remember getting back to the motel or what he done the night before. He gingerly opened his eyes and peered around the room, looking for Opie. Opie was nowhere in sight, off to his right he heard a moaning sound and turned his head to look and saw Bobby, half on and half off the bed.
"I feel like death," Bobby moaned, "How much did I drink last night?"
"Haven't got a clue," Jax murmerred back, feeling somewhat queasy himself, "Must have been about the same amount as me, except I dont remember last night, so it must have been a lot"
"Where's Opie?" Bobby asked,
"Not in here with us, as far as I can see. Must be in one of the other rooms"
"Well, I hope he is as hung over as us then, What did we do last night? I can't remember a thing." Bobby moaned. Gingerly trying to sit up. He glanced around the room, which looked as though a tornado had hit it. The sofa off to the side was overturned, the other bed looked as though Jax hadn't slept in it, mind you, the state Jax looked in on the floor, Bobby figured he slept on the floor. The curtains and pole were half hanging off the wall, the telly was smashed and looked as though someone had thrown helmet at it.
Next door
Kozic opened his eyes and groaned, he felt like someone was goose-stepping on his head, "Where am I?" he thought to himself. Glancing around he realized he was in a bath. "What the hell, am I doing in a bath?" he said out loud to no one in particular. He heard movement from the bedroom and peered over the side of the bath through the door, Juice and the prospect were in a tangled heap on the floor and Happy wasn't far from them, on one of the beds and Happy did not look happy. Happy looked like he wanted to kill someone and the direction that he was looking it was either Juice or the prospect he was going to kill!
Kozic tried to pull himself out of the bath but ended up slipping backwards and banging his head on the side of the bath.
"OWWW, FUCK", he screamed, clutching his already aching head, which was hurting even more now that it had connected the bath.
From the bedroom he heard Happy say, "You alright brother?"
"No, Im not. I just cracked my head on the bath." he growled at Happy.
"Shouldn't have slept in the bath then, should ya," Happy snapped back.
Kozic heaved himself over the side of the bath and fell with a thud on the floor, he felt too ill to try and stand up and crawled on his hands and knees into the bedroom, where he collapsed on the floor next to the tangled pile that was Juice and the Prospect.
"How can you be so calm up there? How come you're not feeling like shit?" Kozic said, glaring up at Happy. While holding his head and trying not to feel the pain he was in.
Happy looked down at Koz and said, "Unlike you three bozos, I wasn't drinking the same shit as you, or mixing it like you were. Hence why, you not only feel like shit but look like it as well. By the way, Love your new top." Happy said, looking atwhat Kozic was wearing and suddenly he started laughing.
Kozic looked down and realised he was wearing what looked suspiciously like a womens blouse. What the hell? What had happened last night! All of a sudden there was a knock at the door and Bobby and Jaz staggered in, looking as worse for wear as he was but at least unlike him, they were on their feet.
"Morning you two, Opie in here?" Jax enquired,
"Not in here," Happy said.
"Then where is he?" Bobby asked.
Looking at Happy and Kozic's blank expressions, Jax realized one thing.
THEY HAD LOST THE GROOM...