Chuck Versus the horror hair
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Last nights antics had finally took its toll on Charles Irvin Bartowski. The ex BuyMorian had a big lousy hangover, which means only three things he was feeling; nausea, headache and dehydrated. Chuck didn't know whether he wanted to gulp a bottle of water or just stay with his head pressed against the cool toilet seat.
After ejecting all his stomach bile and what was left of yesterday's drinks, he felt a little bit better. The headache was still there but had calmed down. His stomach growled, letting him know that there were nothing left to throw up. Sloppily, Chuck lifted his head up and flushed the chain on the toilet. He placed the lid down gently to avoid making his head go off like a time bomb. Chuck crawled over to the sink on his hands and knees, his body too heavy to lift up without nothing to hold on to. His long fingers gripped the edge of the sink, very tightly as he dragged his wayward body up to turn the cold water on. As it started to flow, he cupped his hands and splashed the water onto his flustered face.
"Oh God" He squawked, double taking, as his brown eyes averted to his reflection in the mirror. The black smudged writing oppressed his forehead with the letters 'Ride me!'
"Oh God" He repeated, running a hand through his now blue, red, purple, green curls. He could smell the beer, the human odour and sick on his body. The sudden realization made Chuck want to run back to the toilet.
His eyes looked back at his hair and he noticed that it must have been used as a mop, because there was chewing gum, pencils, sick and food almost what seemed like glue in there. "my hair!"
"So, great night last night" Chuck's face turned in anger as the bearded troll shouted from his bedroom.
"Morgan! You are dead!" He clenched his fist in rage and barged back into his bedroom.
"whoa. Dude! your hair! It looks completely different. Have you had a hair cut?"
"Relax you said. We'll have a good night you said" the sarcasm dripped off Chuck's tongue.
"Well technically you did have a good night just not a good day today"
"This isn't funny, 'organ' what the hell am I suppose to do?"
"Join the circus? Support a football or soccer team. Oh! Oh! Go to prides! I'm in for-" Morgan trailed off, seeing his friend send deathly glares his way.
"Okay, okay. All we have to do is take you to get your hair cut and wham! Sarah won't know anything about your night out with me. The real question is how long do we have?" Morgan clapped his hands to together and gave them a rub, as a sign that he was ready to get started.
"In three hours" Chuck moaned, looking at his watch/governor.
Three hours later...
"wow, you look awesome dude." Morgan chirped, watching his friend look through the mirror back at their apartment.
Chuck's multi-coloured hair was now back to its original chestnut coloured hair. His lovely locks were replaced with a short back and side style. The sign 'ride me' was now gone. Instead of smelling like sewage, he smelt of men's deodorant. He was dressed in his white converse, since his black ones were ruined. He wore his black jumper and his navy denim jeans.
"I miss it" Chuck pouted, pinching the tips of his hair awkwardly.
"Come on, man. Sarah is going to walk through that door at any moment."
"I'm not talking about Sarah. I'm talking about my curls"
"Oh really." A girl's voice called from behind them
Chuck thought he had never seen Morgan run off so quick. Gulping, he turned around with a smile plastered on his face. "Hi honey."
"haircut?" She says, giving her boyfriend a peck on the lips.
"Hmm" Chuck nodded. "I thought, you know, I needed a new style. I think I look more grown up, don't ya' think?"
Sarah smirked, taking a step back, "Oh, so it hasn't got anything to do with the seven Sambuca shots? or the yagor bombs? Or even any type of alcohol you have had with Morgan."
"H-How did you know that?"
Sarah pulled out her phone and dialled voice mail, placing it on loud speaker.
You have Hundred and twenty two saved messages. if you would like to listen, press one.
Sarah pressed one.
Message one
Sarah! My babe! M-My super hot spy girlfriend. You are awesome! more awesome than captain Morgan! yes rum! barkeep two rums and Pepsi. Anyway where was I? oh yes Casey. You are more cooler than Casey. Hey! hey! hey? if you see the big high sky, guy, give him a big hug and a kiss. I love you both. Think I might cry. He's like an old grunt I never had"
End of message
Message two
"Sorry about that I pressed the thingy thing. Hey look more shots! Hey if you are in like a building trapped with bad guys! I double dare you to say 'This not the Sarah you looking for.' works all the all time."
"Hey! Hey! ahahahaah I said hey twice then. Chuck slow down there on the vo-ca...vo-Volcano! I win!
"I think you mean bingo" Another voice said, who chuck recognized as Morgan.
"oh yeah"
"Morgan get off my communicator thingy! goddamm-"
"chuck"
"Morgan"
"chuck"
Crash!
"I'm okay! Organ isn't though!"
Crash!
End of message
Message 3
"Sorry about that! Morgan tripped into a bar. Hey Sarah Morgan walks into a bar! ouch! aahahaha! OMG I cant breathe!
"I'm too funny"
"I got another joke! Knock, Knock, Knock"
"ill pretend to be you; who's there?"
"cows go"
"cows go who"
"no silly! cows go mooooooooooooo"
"chuck! Leave Sarah alone!" Morgan called again.
"No! I will use my insect skills on you!"
End of message
Message 4
"wake up in the morning feeling like duba duuu..Grab my Glasses, I'm out the door! I'm going to leave this city...brush my Teeth with a bottle of whiskey!... whisky on your Boobs boobs boobs.. Stripping all of my clothes! Morgan trying to take my phoneeeee phoneee"
"and trying to get a little tipssy!
"oh god morgens stripping BRB"
End of message
Message five
"Walker, I swear down if you don't sort out dumb and dumber. I will" Casey's stern voice called out.
End of message.
All chuck could do was take a long gulp.
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