Lord it wasn’t expected, but damn are you glad.

Stu, finally getting married to a beautiful lovely sweet woman named Lauren was ecstatic to have the wedding in Thailand. Phil and Doug were beyond thrilled for his buddy’s success, despite the “lame” bachelor party Stu held at a fuckin ihop.

You were apart of this crazy group, more of the mother friend than anything. Always making sure they stayed in line—But sometimes they slipped through your fingers like water. Especially Alan, who was notorious for being impulsive and kinda insane… You loved him though. Stu didn’t.

That’s besides the point, the wolf pack contained of secrets you had to keep from others and dealing with the guilt that ate you alive. Oh how you four pissed off a lot of people.

That brings you to now, your head pounding so hard you can feel it in your throat and your stomach turning so bad it felt like it was gonna explode. You were covered in sweat, only in an oversized button up which definitely wasn’t yours and underwear.

Stu, Phil and Alan were freaking out, you were confused as all hell. This couldn’t have gotten any worse.

“Jesus—FUCK. you’re finally awake.” Phil comments, his voice elevated as he comes over to help you up. His hands were shaky and you could just tell he was just as fucked up as you were. Stu had a face tattoo similar to Mike Tyson’s face tattoo and Alan was somehow bald.

“Holy fuckin shit, is that your blood??” Stu shouts, pointing at the lower part of your back where a huge blood stain shown on the bottom part of the shirt you were wearing. “The fuck happened??”

Oh you were confused.

Phil’s eyes widen, immediately getting down to one knee to check the damage. “just—… stay still… Let me see.”

Silence.. Until the shirt was lifted, and gasps rang from all three of them.

“Looks like Stu ain’t the only one who got a fucked up tattoo…” Phil mutters under his breath, causing you to squeal and head to the mirror in the shitty hotel bathroom.

It was a fucking tramp stamp of Phil’s name with a heart beside it.