Raise Your Glass

Chapter 4

Third POV

Empty glasses of liquor sat in various places. Immense bubbles flooded the Jacuzzi. Various necessities were tossed around the hotel room. Everything was destroyed and broken from the intense, party going action that took place. Panties were strung around the living room along with any undergarment type clothing. Various sex toys were strewn around the room. The place was just completely destroyed.

The only movement in the room was a lone chicken, pecking and walking around the room, exploring. In silence, two women slowly left the room, their bare feet padding softly against the expensive marble flooring of the villa. The chicken continued to move about the room, walking around right next to Stu, whom was passed out on the floor, his cracked glasses sitting on the floor beside his head.

The dull click of the door closing brought Stu to blink his eyes open awake. The first second Stu cracked his eyes open, the bright sunlight of the morning burned his eyes along with blur vision considering he didn't have his glasses on.

Stu's eyes peered around the room, wondering where the hell he was. Slowly, he lifted his head up but instantly winced from the massive migraine he was receiving from the hard liquor he gulped down the night before. Stu stood up on his own, putting his glasses on. His eyes had dark circles and bags. He stumbled a bit, feeling light headed and wobbly, too much for his own good.

Stu began to walk in small steps, careful not to trip over. Unable to have the strength to stand up, he limply fell into a chair that had smoked seeping out of it for some strange reason. Moaning in agonizing pain, Stu dropped his head, using the chair as a head rest.

Behind the bar island, Alan awoke and began to rise up, only to fall backwards on his own feet. This sudden action caused Stu to look up and notice Alan, not wearing any pants or underwear. Alan tripped over various kitchen utensils sprawled around the floor and fell on some marble steps. Alan didn't even have the mind to know that he wasn't wearing any pants either.

Wobbly legged, Alan stood up on his feet again, walking past the bar, past Stu, almost tripping over the chicken and past Phil and Paige who were cuddled up together under the blankets, both sleeping soundly. Pushing the bathroom door open, Alan stepped in, unaware of the tiger lurking around and walked to the urinal to do his business.

Alan sighed in content as he began to pee as he looked down absentmindedly in the toilet. He noticed a peculiar cell phone dropped into the toilet along with some remains of puke that someone threw up. Only shrugging to himself, he continued to pee before he heard a soft growling sound.

Hearing the strange sound, Alan turned his head and narrowed his eyes at the tiger, feeling loopy at the moment due to his hangover. Not knowing it, his whole body shifted towards the angle of the tiger, his own urine spraying the walls and floor of the bathroom. He noticed the tiger was laying down on the floor along with a woman, literally cuddled up to the tiger's belly as if the woman were a baby and the tiger was the mother.

The tiger once again growled at this action and Alan only looked him over once more before scoffing to himself.

As the tiger growled again, this time, it woke the female woman up who was cuddled into its side. Suddenly, Alan noticed it was Jamie that was sleeping with the tiger as if it were her teddy bear. He also noticed she was still wearing her dress from the night before except the bottom of the dress was pulled up to her stomach. Did she fuck the tiger or something?

When Jamie fluttered her eyes open, her head began to hurt. A pained moan escaped her mouth as she fully opened her eyes and noticed someone very familiar in the bathroom.

"AAAHHHHHH!" Jamie screamed as she realized it was Alan who was looking at her and peeing on the floor. Her sudden screaming startled Alan as he jumped back into the wall, suddenly realizing that this wasn't a dream and it wasn't real and there was really a fucking tiger in the bathroom.

"OH MY WORD!" Alan hollared, pointing at the tiger with his ding dong still poking out from under his shirt. Then Jamie felt movement behind her and she finally realized she was lying against the tiger's tummy. The tiger turned to face her and this time, Jamie screamed twice in terror.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" She screamed. Out of fright, she stumbled away from the tiger just as Alan dodged for the door. They both ran out, resulting in Alan tripping over the couple sprawled out on the floor. The sudden impact made Phil flip onto Paige as they both groaned in obvious pain. Jamie quickly shut the door behind her, still freaking out and about ready to cry.

Phil's eyes instantly popped open as he sat up, squinting his sore eyes from the bright sunlight that streamed through the windows, clutching his stomach as he groaned in pain, wondering what the fuck Alan was doing.

"What the fuck?" Phil groaned in both pain and annoyance. "God! Control yourself, man. Goddamn, will you put on some pants?"

"What just happened?" asked Paige in confusion as she sat up, realizing she was only wearing white bra and panties. "Omigod, you've got to be kidding me." She complained as her eyelashes got stuck together, resulting in her eyes being stuck shut. All of a sudden, she realized there was a searing pain in her mouth. What the fuck?

Alan ignored the fact that he was indeed not sporting any pants on as he pointed frantically to the bathroom, his eyes wild and crazy. "Phil, do not go into the bathroom."

Phil raised a hand up, trying to calm Alan down as best as he could, considering that his head felt like it was spinning in long, harsh circles. "Al, just calm down. It's me."

Alan stood up, his legs shaking in fear from the tiger that could've attacked him in a bathroom in a freaking villa. "Phil, there is a tiger in the bathroom."

"Seriously, there is a fucking tiger in the bathroom! And I ended up waking up next to it!" Jamie freaked out as she paced back and forth while Paige was still on the floor, wondering what the hell was going on.

Stu leaned off his chair, placing his hands on his knees. He felt as if he was going to throw up and he really wanted to. "What's going on?"

"There's a jungle cat in the bathroom!" Alan screamed, pulling his shirt down to try and hide his shaft while pointing hysterically at the bathroom, pointing at the obvious. Jamie felt like she was going to throw up as she slowly walked over to the couch next to Stu, both of them looking like zombies.

"Ugh, remind me to never drink again." Jamie complained. Stu chuckled dryly.

"You and me both," he agreed.

Phil groaned as he slowly rose on his own feet, feeling ready to knock Alan out if he kept up with the hysterical cries of a tiger hiding out in the bathroom. "Okay, okay, Al. Al, I'll check it out."

As Phil started heading for the bathroom, Alan shook his head furiously, not wanting Phil to check it out. "Don't go in, don't go in. Be careful. Don't, don't."

Just as Phil swung open the bathroom door, the tiger growled at his appearance and Phil instantly shut the door behind him, laughing at the most absurd thought of a tiger hanging around in their villa bathroom. "Oh! Holy fuck! He's not kidding! There's a tiger in there!"

"No, there's not." Stu insisted, not believing them.

"Yes, there is, Stu." Jamie told him. "I woke up next to him." Stu gave her an odd look.

"Did you... fuck a tiger?" he asked, looking serious.

"I don't fucking know," Jamie snapped as Stu raised his hands in surrender.

A pale blue shirt was draped along a lampshade as Phil snatched it in his hands, slowly approaching Stu whom looked lost and confused. "You okay, buddy?" He sat down next to Jamie on the couch.

"No," Stu explained, rubbing his temple from the excruciating, sharp pain he was receiving. "I am in so much pain right now."

"Same here," Paige agreed as she pushed herself up from the floor, only in her bra and panties. Blushing furiously, she wrapped a sheet around her, shielding her body from the men's eyes. "Mostly in my mouth though." She added.

"What, did you get too much dick in your mouth last night, princess?" asked Phil with a haughty smirk as Paige blushed an even deeper tone of red as Phil grinned at her reaction.

"No, seriously," Paige said, ignoring what Phil said. "It's mostly on my tongue." She mumbled as she inspected her mouth with her fingers. "OW!" she cried as she felt something on her tongue.

"What?" questioned Jamie concerned as she looked at her best friend.

"WHAT IS THIS?" Paige cried out as Jamie slowly stood up from the couch, going to inspect her best friend's mouth. Stu and Phil watched them closely. As Jamie looked inside her mouth, she started to laugh.

"Omigod Paige," Jamie praised. "Looks like Nancy Drew isn't so innocent anymore."

"WHAT?" cried out Paige. Stu and Phil exchanged confused looks.

"Go check in the mirror," Jamie instructed Paige. Paige looked warily at her before hurrying to find another bathroom that the tiger wasn't occupying. Stu and Phil continued to look confused as Jamie continued laughing.

"What's so funny?" asked Phil in annoyance as he rubbed his eyes.

"Seriously, what is so funny about this fucked up situation?" added Stu as he held out his arms in confusion while Jamie ceased her laughing.

"She got her... tongue pierced." Jamie announced to the two men. As soon as the last word left her mouth, an ear-piercing scream was heard from one of the bathrooms.

"WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?!" Paige cried out as she ran back out in the living room, her tongue sticking out as she pointed to the little cute pink stud that was pierced in her tongue.

"It's a tongue piercing," Jamie said simply, "And it looks cute on you."

"Omigod," Paige complained, pacing back and forth. "Omigod! Omigod! Omigod!"

"I like it..." Alan complimented her softly. Paige glared at him.

"Hey Alan," Phil asked him. "Can you please find some pants instead of complimenting Paige's new tongue piercing. I find it a little wierd I have to ask twice."

"Goddamn. Look at this place." Phil continued as he finally observed his surroundings. Jamie groaned as she took a seat next to Phil while Paige continued to pace back and forth, still only wearing the sheet.

"I know. Phil, they have my credit card downstairs. I am so screwed." Stu dropped his head into his hands. Jamie felt a pang of sympathy for him as she rubbed his shoulders soothingly.

"How does a tiger get into the bathroom?" Alan continued about the tiger, waving his hands frantically in the stuffy air. "It almost killed me."

"Hey, bro?" Phil grabbed a lone can of Monster sitting on the table. "You mind putting on some pants. I find it very weird I have to ask three times."

"Pants at a time like this? I don't have any p—"Alan picked up a sheet from the floor, wrapping it around his abdomen to hide his bare ass.

Placing the can of Monster on the glass coffee table, Phil rubbed his burning eyes. "What the fuck happened last night?"

Stu and Jamie didn't answer as they too didn't know the answer but Stu's eyes went wide as his tongue swirled around in his dry mouth, rubbing from what it appeared to be a missing tooth gap. Almost scared to know the answer himself, Stu asked nervously, "Hey, Phil, Jamie, am I missing a tooth?"

Stu opened his mouth and showed all his teeth to Phil and Jamie and there indeed was a missing tooth. Phil noticed this and immediately started laughing, unable to keep himself together. "I can't – oh shit!"

Jamie gasped at the sight and tried to contain her laughter.

Frantically, Stu picked up a silver platter tray that was randomly sitting on the coffee table as he peered into it which showed his reflection. Stu pushed his lip up and widened his eyes as there was dried blood caked around from where his tooth had been taken out. "Oh, my God, my lateral incisors – it's gone!"

Paige winced when she saw that Stu was indeed missing a tooth.

Trying not to make the situation a big deal, Phil calmed Stu down, "It's okay. Okay, okay, just calm down. We're fine. Everything's fine. Alan, go wake up Doug and any of the other ladies who were with us last night, let's just get some coffee and get the fuck out of Nevada before housekeeping shows."

"Sounds like a good idea," Jamie agreed.

"What am I gonna tell Melissa?" Stu asked, thinking too much of the bad situation. "I lost a tooth. I have no idea how it happened." Jamie didn't know why but she frowned when she heard the name of Melissa. She assumed it must've been Stu's girlfriend. Of course, she thought, I'm always gonna be the second choice for every man.

Phil raised a hand to shush Stu. "You're freaking me out, man. I got a massive headache right now, okay, let's just calm down."

Stu peered into his reflection once more before looking up at Phil, gesturing around the ruined hotel room that would charge them big time for the massive damage. "How am I supposed to calm down? Look around you."

"He's got a point, Phil," Paige pointed out as Phil looked up at her.

Suddenly, everyone jumped when unexpectantly, someone tried to rise from the hot tub in the corner of the room, but ended up falling back into the water with a startled feminine shriek.

"What the hell was that?" asked Phil as everyone got up and proceeded cautiously towards the hot tub. Approaching slowly, everyone tensed as they wondered who the fuck was in the tub.

All of a sudden, someone shot up from under the water, breaking the surface as they gasped for air. The person must've accidentally fallen asleep in the hot tub and almost drowned! Jamie and Paige smiled when they realized it was just their friend!

Connie!

"What the fuck, you guys?!" she mumbled as she stumbled out of the hot tub, wearing her pink bra and panties.

"CONNIE!" Jamie shrieked as she grabbed a towel. "OMIGOD! YOU'RE ALIVE!"

Connie only shot her a wierd look before gratefully accepting the towel and stumbling out of the tub. She wrapped the towel around her body, pushing her soiled pink hair behind her ears as she finally observed her surroundings.

"Where the fuck are we?" asked Connie.

"Here, let me do the talking, Con," Jamie said, putting a hand on her shoulder as she turned to Phil and Stu. "Where the fuck are we?" she repeated Connie's question. Connie and Paige rolled their eyes at her and Stu tried to hide a smile while Phil just looked at her annoyed.

"You're in our villa so do me and my guys a favor and get the fuck out!" Phil said.

"How rude," Jamie muttered.

"Hey guys," Alan came back into the main room, still wrapped up in his sheet. "Doug's not in his room."

"What about Zoey?" asked Paige.

"I didn't see her either," Alan replied.

"Did you check all the rooms?" Phil asked him.

"Yeah, I looked everywhere. Plus, his mattress is gone." Alan explained. Jamie, Connie, and Paige all glanced at each other confused. What the hell?

"Maybe they both went to go get something to eat." Phil said, going back to sit on the couch and pull out his cell. "I'll just call his cell. Maybe the Asian chick is with him." Paige glared at him but he only ignored her as he proceeded on reaching Doug's cell.

While Phil tried reaching Doug, the girls wondered around the villa. Paige ended up finding her dress on the floor somewhere. Feeling relieved, she quickly pulled it on. Her hair was a rat's nest but that wasn't too important at the moment.

Connie found her dress near the jacuzzi. Smiling, she changed herself, also pulling her wet hair into a bun.

Jamie settled herself again on the couch next to Phil as Stu sat down at his seat. He grabbed the metal plate and looked at his missing gap.

"I look like a nerdy hillbilly," Stu complained softly as Jamie and Phil laughed. A moment later, they all heard Doug's cell phone ring.

Alan looked around. There was a cell phone sitting near a pyramid of bottles. He picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Alan."

"Hey."

"It's Phil."

"Oh, hey, Phi-This is Doug's phone. This is Doug's phone."

"No shit."

"Wow," Jamie mused as she looked at Alan. "Is he for real?"

"Unfortunately," Stu muttered as he continued to observe his teeth.

All of a sudden, before anybody can say anything else, the eerie sound of babies crying could be heard. Everyone looked around nervously at each other.

"What the fuck is that?" Stu was the first to ask as they all looked in the direction of the closet.

Jamie got up and followed the sound. It went straight to the closet. The girls and the guys followed after her as she opened the door, making her gasp in shock.

There were two babies; one boy and one girl. And they were both crying their heads off. The girl baby looked to be a bit younger than the boy as she was smaller than him, looking about five pounds. And she was wearing a pink jumper with a pink cap on her head while the boy was wearing the same thing except it was blue.

"Omigod," Paige gasped at what she saw. Connie widened her eyes in shock.

"Whose fucking babies are those?" Phil asked, making all the girls glare at him.

"Alan, are you sure you didn't see anyone else in the suite?" asked Stu, rounding on the fat man. Jamie reached down and carefully picked up the crying little boy while Paige picked up the crying girl, both of them trying to rock and calm the babies down.

"Yeah, I checked all the rooms. No one's here. Check their collars or something." Connie looked at Alan wierdly.

"They're not dogs, Alan." Connie told him. Alan only stared at her as if he were in a deep trance. Connie only looked at him strangely before turning away.

"Guys, we don't have time for this," Phil said. "Ladies, put down the babies. Let's go hook up with Doug and the Asian bitch. We'll deal with the babies later."

"Phil, we're not gonna leave the babies here." Paige said, glaring at him as she gently rocked and shushed the crying baby girl in her arms.

"There's a fucking tiger in the bathroom," Stu added, also glaring at his friend for being so selfish.

"It's not our babies," he reasoned.

"How could you be so selfish?" Paige asked, narrowing her eyes at him while Phil only rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I have to side with Stu and Paige on this one." Alan spoke up. Phil let out a sigh of defeat.

"All right, fine. Okay, we'll take them with us. Could you at least just find some pants," Phil said turning to Alan.

Jamie found two baby carriers in the closet. Alan asked her if he could hold one of the babies. Jamie offered the baby boy for Alan to hold while Paige let Jamie take the baby girl. Jamie wrapped the baby carrier around her while Alan did the same thing, except he had the boy and she had the girl.

Jamie bounced the baby girl softly as she cooed and looked up at Jamie, making her smile down at the infant. She didn't even realize that Stu was watching the scene of her and the baby with a faint smile on his face.


Hey, I'm on a roll with these chapters! You guys should be proud of me :) I really hope you guys loved the outcome of this chapter! And I really hope I executed this somewhat okay?! Thank you for all the lovely reviews last chapter, I really really appreciate it! Again, I hope to hear from you guys! Love y'all xoxo ;D