Subtitle The Hangover File

Leo looked at the traffic cone, then at the trophy, and finally at the "Just Married" sash draped over Jax’s shoulder.

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. 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 looked at the traffic cone, then at

The sun didn’t just rise; it interrogated Leo’s retinas. As Leo reached for it, the memories began

"Define 'illegal,'" Leo said, "and maybe pass me that burrito. We have a lot of explaining to do before the church bells ring."

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