The Hangover Phil Novels & Stories

Dan woke up just before dawn with a splitting headache. He felt sick and again vowed never to drink again. As usual he couldn’t remember everything that had happened the day before, but he remembered enough to know he had behaved badly. Seeing the bruise on Adele’s face confirmed it. Feeling sick and ashamed of himself, he quietly climbed out of bed and dragged himself downstairs to make something that would help with the hangover.

Not the real me. “Something says me he’s not going to make it through the first three shots, let alone the twenty-one he wants to do,” Phil laughs, wiping up a spilled drink from the wooden surface of the bar. “People still try that?” I ask. Phil nods. “They do. We’d cut them off before they get close, but I’ve never seen anyone get past four shots in a row like that.” He shakes his head. “It wasn’t pretty.” I wrinkle my nose. “I actually never thought about that before. You probably have your fair share of vomit to clean up.”

She whispered to herself, “I think I am falling for you, Michael. I have fallen for the man I was meant to destroy.” Phil didn't leave immediately to complete the mission. He needed to clear his head. He was always calm, even in the most difficult situations, but this mission was taking a toll on him. He stepped into a bar. He ordered several shots of drinks. A man appeared, sat beside him, and whispered, “You look like shit.” The man was a drunk who was looking for trouble. Phil tried his best to ignore him, but he kept annoying him with words. “Look man, I'm having a tough time right now. Kindly stay away from me. I don't want to hurt you,” Phil’s words left the room silent.

The tentacles were getting closer as Phil was paralyzed on the ground. Phil tried to crawl away but a tentacle, unfortunately, grabbed hold of his right ankle. The tentacle proceeded to hang Phil up to the air. Phil felt his blood pool on his head as he was hung upside down. The other tentacles proceeded to bind Phil tightly. Phil tried to close his eyes as the pressure of the squeezing almost made him faint. He heard his bones creak as he slowly suffocates; Phil screamed but only for a moment for, unfortunately, another tentacle made its way inside his mouth essentially gaging Phil.

His forehead banging hard and stinging him, he robbed across his head hoping it will reduce the headache. He had too much alcohol the last night and had a heavy hangover to deal with, more than a strange lady on his bed. “Hey!” Bryan jacked this lady again, but there was no response, neither did she move an inch. His heart that almost fell out of his chest sat in a bit when he saw that she had clothes on and his trousers was on. Struggling with his hangover and getting the ‘manequin-human’ to speak was really stressing him

Hard. He really doesn't remember anything after dancing with Cecil. On the way to the hospital, I stop for gas and cheap gas station coffee that taste like complete garbage. Sebastian doesn't mind it much, but I throw out my cup after one sip. I buy Sebastian a few bottles of water and a box of ibuprofen to soothe his hangover. I also buy him a pair of sunglasses and a banana. "Why is there a banana and sunglasses in there?" he asks.

Mario clearly remembers that night he had just come home from work. After finishing cleaning up. He quickly dressed neatly. A friend will pick him up in a few minutes and ask him to go to a bar. One of his best friends, Darrell, has a birthday tonight. He decided to celebrate the birthday at their regular place. Mario had not finished wearing clothes when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. Buttoning up his black shirt, Mario then directed his feet towards the door. It opened immediately, then found the mother, who was already standing there with a glass of milk.