"OMG! I must have drunk too much, these two guys!"
Rubbing his slightly dizzy head, Eric groggily woke up from the bed.
Looking around, he realized he wasn't at his own home. After a moment of stunned, he realized this must be a hotel.
He looked down and saw his pants were still on. Although his shirt was wrinkled, only two buttons were undone.
Clearly, he hadn't been assaulted, but the problem was he hadn't assaulted anyone either!
"Son of a bitch, he's too incompetent!"
Of course, he was just joking, because he really had too much to drink yesterday.
Having secured the male lead role in transformers in advance, Ryan Reynolds was clearly over-excited, opening bottle after bottle of alcohol.
Plus, he hadn't seen Warren in a while, and as they drank, it went to their heads. He vaguely remembered the three of them, after getting drunk, went to the dance floor for a bit, danced close with a group of girls, and then lost consciousness.
Eric couldn't even remember what happened; he had blacked out.
And medical research proves that promiscuity after drinking is almost impossible; you don't have the capacity, you know?
He picked up the mineral water bottle from the bedside table, twisted open the cap, and chugged half of it. The cool sensation traveled down his throat to the pit of his stomach—comfortable!
"Cough, cough"
Suddenly, a cough echoed in the room, startling Eric. He tiptoed out of bed, went to the living room, and peeked in. He saw Ryan Reynolds half-sprawled on the sofa, his legs still kneeling on the floor.
He walked over and patted his back, but there was no reaction. Eric simply flipped him over and gave him a hard slap across the face.
"Wake up, damn it, we have to start work! Don't delay my schedule!"
Wincing from the pain, Ryan Reynolds opened his bleary eyes and looked at Eric in confusion.
Suddenly, his expression twisted into a knot, as if he was in great pain. He fumbled to pull open his zipper and quickly reached inside.
"What the f*ck! What are you trying to do?!"
Eric was so scared he quickly backed away a few steps. He didn't accept that; if there had to be something, he would be the one doing it to others!
Ryan Reynolds fumbled in his crotch for a moment, then surprisingly pulled out a fluffy yellow chick, though it looked like it had been suffocated to death.
"Old man on the subway phone jpg!"
"Explain, don't you want to explain?"
Ryan Reynolds was completely bewildered. He looked at the chick in his hand and said dizzily, "I… I don't know. Why is there a chicken in my pants? Can someone explain this to me? Warren, where are you?"
"Chirp chirp chirp"
Suddenly, the chick, which was thought to be dead, flapped its wings a few times and chirped, startling both of them again.
"Warren, where the hell did you die?" Eric roared.
No one responded. The two searched the room and finally found the dead fat guy on the bathroom floor. There was also a pile of unflushed vomit in the toilet.
And beside the dead fat guy, a Labrador dog lay there, the two of them like a married couple.
Eric kicked him in the butt: "Wake up, stop sleeping!"
After the kick, Warren squirmed a bit, then dizzily rolled over and opened his eyes, then kissed the Labrador perfectly.
"Ptooey, ptooey! What's going on? What happened?"
"I was going to ask you that! Why is there a chick in my crotch?" Ryan Reynolds yelled in exasperation.
Eric pulled Warren up: "Forget about the chicken, everyone, hurry up and get ready for work."
Warren shook his head: "Work? What work? Today is Saturday."
"Huh?"
Eric froze, his hand released, and Warren fell to the ground with a thump.
"Is today the weekend?"
Ryan Reynolds hesitated and nodded: "It seems so."
"Then what nonsense are you talking about? Sleep, sleep!"
When Eric woke up again, the sun was high in the sky, and his head was finally much clearer.
Walking into the living room, Ryan Reynolds was still sound asleep on the sofa, and the yellow chick was pecking at a can.
Warren was still sprawled on the floor, and the Labrador hadn't woken up either. Eric then noticed a whiskey bottle lying behind the toilet.
Recalling yesterday, he genuinely couldn't remember what had happened, but looking at the room in disarray, he couldn't help but laugh heartily.
Their current situation was so similar to that movie, and an interesting idea naturally arose.
the hangover, this classic R-rated comedy, was born today.
When Ryan Reynolds woke up, he only saw Eric engrossed in writing, hunched over his desk.
He walked over and looked, discovering it was a script outline. The radar in his mind instantly lit up.
"Eric, are you working on a new script?"
"Yes, based on our situation, I came up with an interesting idea."
"What type?"
"If all goes well, it's an R-rated comedy, and there's a role that's perfect for you."
"What? Another role for me?"
Ryan Reynolds' face lit up, and he eagerly searched the paper.
"Stu Price, Doug Billings, Phil Wenneck, Alan Garner. Is it an ensemble piece? Which role can I play?"
Eric tapped his pen: "This one, Phil Wenneck. The character is set as a dashing and debonair handsome guy."
Then he turned to Ryan Reynolds: "Tell me, Ryan, how far are you willing to sacrifice for the role?"
Ryan Reynolds thumped his chest: "As long as it's not with a man, I can even eat sh*t!"
"That's good then. Can you accept kissing a tiger?"
"What?"
"Can you accept making out with a tiger?"
Ryan Reynolds froze for a moment and countered, "It won't be a real tiger, will it?"
"If you want, it can be."
"No, no, no, a fake one is perfectly fine. I like fake ones. When do you plan to start shooting this movie?"
"It's projected for next year, after the pre-production of that A-list blockbuster is finished. In any case, you need to keep your schedule open; I'll contact you."
Ryan Reynolds laughed heartily, then pointed to his nose: "Keep my schedule open? Me? I always have an open schedule. van wilder failed, and I don't think anyone will cast me in a movie until your blockbuster is released."
"Honestly, after all these years in the industry, you're the one who believes in me the most, even more than I believe in myself!"
Eric looked up at him, saying meaningfully, "Don't be so down on yourself. After sharknado is released, you'll become a hit."
"Hahaha, that's impossible. If sharknado becomes a hit, I'll have a go with a real tiger."
"Good, remember you said that. By the way, what are you going to do with that chick?"
"I don't know. If I can't find its owner, I'll have to adopt it."
"Have you thought of a name?"
"Isn't it too early!"
"How about 'Heidashuai' (Black Handsome)?"
"But it's yellow."
"Then how about 'Xiaosa Ge' (Dashing Brother)?"
"Not bad, it has my style."