Hostel: Part III Page #4

and l almost lost her.

All right, l realize how f***ing lame

this sounds, l do, but I just....

I told myself that l wasn't gonna

be that guy anymore.

Hey, I get it.

It's cool. Nothing has to happen.

We can just hang out.

At least, here.

Have another drink.

Scotty. l just found out who killed JFK.

You wanna know?

You still have your clothes on.

You are slow, you little b*tch.

What's up?

-Somebody threw up in our room so--

-Somebody?

Yeah.

-Yeah, you did.

-Hey, you can't keep a secret.

Close your mouth, open your legs.

Close your mouth, open your legs.

-Are you okay?

-No.

No. I need to get some air.

Okay.

Air is good. Air is good.

Get some H2O.

No, that's water.

What are you doing?

-Great.

-You're hot, but I need you to leave.

You're hotter. Hi, Nikki.

Indy 5O0.

One more, one more.

Open up!

Come on. ls anybody in there?

Please!

Open the f***ing door.

Bachelor boy finally woke up, huh?

Yeah. l think the warm piss

in his pants did it.

We thought you were dead.

Just dead drunk.

God.

You know,

I would have carried you to bed...

...but you're f***ing huge

and l've got a gimpy leg, so....

Last thing l remember, I was throwing

up and got locked out of the club.

How did you get back here?

You were here when we got in.

The cabbie.

The cabbie with the broken meter.

-Did you at least get laid?

-No. But she was a cutie.

That pisses me off...

...because I paid that whore good

money to rock your world. ln advance.

Where's Mike? Did he pass out

in the tub covered in his puke again?

Yeah, probably. But not here.

He went home with that Nikki girl.

He hasn't resurfaced.

Did you try calling him?

Dude, his phone's

in the sex dead zone.

He's miles from home. Remember?

It's not gonna be on

until we get back to Phoenix.

-You've reached Mike.

-Voice mail.

-l'm in Vegas. Leave me alone!

-Hey, Mikey, it's Scott.

Turn your phone on, man.

We're looking for you.

I wouldn't worry too much about Mike.

He knows what time our flight is.

It's the spell of Vegas, man.

Like l said, it is pure evil.

Looks like Mikey was getting the

bachelor party you were supposed to.

Yeah.

What the f*** is this?

What the f*** did you guys put

in that champagne?

It's got a nasty aftertaste.

I know l ate some f***ing p*ssy.

What is this?

All right, l get it. l got you, Scott.

Now you got me.

Come on, guys. What the f***?

-Sh*t.

-Yeah.

-You are in the sh*t.

-Who the f*** are you?

-What are you doing?

-What does it look like?

-l'm not gonna die in here.

-Who said anything about dying?

-Come to me, motherf***er!

-What is going on?

Come on, you motherf***er.

What is he doing to him?

Oh, my God! Oh, my f***ing God!

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