Hangover - Subtitle The

Leo sat up, his brain feeling three sizes too large for his skull. "Guys?" he croaked.

The three of them stood, a shaky alliance of headache and mystery, ready to piece together a night they were reasonably sure they’d never be allowed to forget.

"The wedding is in four hours," Jax whispered, peeling off the goggles. "And I have a receipt in my pocket for... three dozen inflatable flamingos?" subtitle The Hangover

Silence. Then, a groan from the bathtub. Jax emerged, still wearing neon-pink swimming goggles. "Why is the floor vibrating?" "That’s my heart," Leo said. "Where’s Elias?"

Leo looked at the traffic cone, then at the trophy, and finally at the "Just Married" sash draped over Jax’s shoulder. Leo sat up, his brain feeling three sizes

The sun didn’t just rise; it interrogated Leo’s retinas.

"Define 'illegal,'" Leo said, "and maybe pass me that burrito. We have a lot of explaining to do before the church bells ring." "The wedding is in four hours," Jax whispered,

They both looked toward the balcony. Elias wasn't there, but his phone was, pinned under a heavy glass trophy that definitely hadn't belonged to them yesterday. As Leo reached for it, the memories began to strobe back: the neon lights of the Strip, a toast made with something that tasted like gasoline, and a very intense conversation with a man named 'Tiny' who owned a tiger.