Leo sat up, his brain feeling three sizes too large for his skull. "Guys?" he croaked.
I can pivot this toward a thriller twist or make it even more absurd if you'd like. subtitle The Hangover
A sudden thud came from the closet. The door creaked open, and Elias tumbled out, wrapped in a hotel duvet, clutching a bag of ice to his head like a holy relic. He looked at them with wide, bloodshot eyes. "We didn't do anything illegal, right?" Elias asked. Leo sat up, his brain feeling three sizes
"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?" A sudden thud came from the closet
"Define 'illegal,'" Leo said, "and maybe pass me that burrito. We have a lot of explaining to do before the church bells ring."