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WARNING: Things get a little...weird...from this point on... enjoy..?
11:30pm
*knock* *knock* *knock*
"RUN, ZORRO, RUN!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
1:00am
"Drive faster!"
"I'm already 25 over the speed limit Travis!"
"So?"
"Just put your shirt down and sit in your damn seat."
"Fine, mother."
1:45am
"It was just so sad!"
"Don't cry, it's okay! It's just a show, Wes."
"But Dora needed that hat, Travis! Why would he just take it like that? Oh God, I need a drink."
"Coming right up..."
3:00am
"You sure about this Travis?"
"Hell yes! Just let me put it in, please?"
"I don't know..."
"C'mon, if you do like it, I'll take it out."
"Okay fine, do it quick."
"Yes! This gonna be so cool! I love these little guys."
"It's just a foam dinosaur, Travis. It just expands when you put it in water. It doesn't poop gold or anything."
"...But it could!"
"Ohh, no."
It was a bright Sunday morning. You could hear the children playing and the birds chirping. The radiant sun was beaming through the window of a certain detective's apartment. Well, that is until...
"Ugh, who the hell turned on the lights?" Said a very angered Wes, chucking a random pillow at the window. On the other side of the room, he heard a grunt. Ignoring it, Wes rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. Where the hell was he?
Why was his head pounding?
And where the hell are his pants?
Sitting up, Wes looked around. Noticing trash everywhere, random ( broken ) objects on the floor, and a figure curled up under the window.
Who the hell is that?
Realizing he had to pee, he walked down the hall, instantly recognizing Travis' apartment. As he approached the door, he suddenly stopped, hearing something from inside. Silently setting his hand on the knob, he turned it as slowly as possible. Opening the door wider, he looked in side to see no one. Shrugging his shoulders, he went to handle his business. While standing over the toilet ( and trying to remember where the hell this cape came from... ) he absent-mindedly looked to the side. Almost pulling out his gun upon reflex ( which wasn't even on him at the moment ) Wes finally calmed down enough to see it was just a sleeping Travis in the bathtub...
Wait, what?
Going over to the sink, Wes splash his face with water a few times, looking around.
Nope. Nothing changed.
Hearing noise in the living room, Wes closed and locked the door in a rushed panic.
"Travis, wake up!"
Whispered Wes, shaking the man.
"Travis, wake the fuck up!" He said, a little louder this time.
Travis remained sleep as Wes got even more irritated. Getting an idea, Wes turned one of the handles in the shower on full blast ( not knowing if it was hot or cold, and not really caring ). Just as the water hit him, Travis jolted awake, hitting his head on the handle, turning the water hot. As the burning water came into contact with his skin, he jump out of the tub and onto the floor ( taking Wes with him ).
"What the hell!?"
"Well you wouldn't wake up!" Wes complained as Travis rolled off of him.
"Oh, man...What happened?" Travis groaned, holding on to his head just as Wes did when he first woke up.
"Well I don't really know. I wake up and I'm wearing a damn Zorro costume. Then I see that your apartment is trashed, with Rum bottles everywhere. Which means we got way too drunk." Wes said, taking a huge breath to finish up the next part. "Then I get up to pee and there is some random guy sleeping out there and I think he woke up. I come in here and you were sleep in the freaking bathtub and I just don't know what the fuck is going on!"
As Wes finished his rant, he looked over at the hung over man, who was trying his best to comprehend what he had just said.
"That is so weird. Do you remember anything from last night."
"Not much. You?"
"A little..."
"I remember! Well, most of it." Said a voice outside of the door.
Slowly standing up, Travis unlocked the door and opened it to see a man in a leather jacket and his boxers.
"Think you could help us out a bit?" Travis asked the man as Wes stood beside him, nodding his head.
"Sure, that had to be the craziest night ever."
A/N:Ehm...well. I'm in a weird mood sooo...why not write a weird story? Ehhh? Ehhhh? No..? Okay.
Well , For a story with NO reviews, I sure do update a lot...But it's only because I love this story like a baby.
...a neglected baby...
...who needs reviews? c:
No...?
Well okay . Byyeeee !
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