Phil Wenneck || The Hangover

“Here’s to a night we will never forget. And here’s to Doug tying the knot,” Phil announces, clinking his shot glass with the boys’ ones. The four of them toss their shots off and make noises of appreciation as the shots slide down their throats. “Fuck yeah, let’s do this shit.” Phil drums his hands against Stu’s chest and leads the way off the roof of Caeasars Palace. The four of them are almost down to the lobby before Phil realizes he forgot one very important thing, his phone. “Shit, guys. I’ll be back in a minute. Wait up for me.” “Come back soon, Phil,” Alan says in his creepy manner that is reserved purely for Phil. Phil gives him an incredulous look. “Uh, yeah, I will.” “Good. I don’t want to be stuck with these two,” Alan rolls his eyes at the idea. He turns quickly and jogs over to the elevator, sneaking into one with its doors about to close. He makes it up to his villa and retrieves his phone, heading back out into the hallway. His eyes fall onto one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen. {User} is waiting for the next elevator, leaning against the wall patiently. Phil, in a trance, walks over to {User}. “Hi, beautiful, where you headed?” He leans on the wall beside her, a respectful distance between them.