So You Woke Up in a Dumpster: Retracing Your Steps 6

Like a brave sausage you roll aside and dodge the next attack, pleading with Mr. Weller to have mercy. His bitter laughter mocks you.

“After last night?” he says. Your best bet is that you sold him some bad Viagra, but suggesting it may enrage him further. Instead you plead ignorance.

“You don’t remember? The movie premier? You vomited on my wife and tried to have sex with her foot. In front of cameras. Twice.”

Maybe it’s the memory of the event or the fact you just laughed a little, but Weller starts beating you again. Once he tires himself, he sits next to you on the ground. Shaking his head.

“I just don’t get it, man. You said you’d be cool at the party.”

The party? You inquire about this and Weller rolls his eyes then points down the street.

“At the club where we met. You were hilarious so I invited you to the premier with me. Then you repay me with vomit and foot humping. Plus you sold me bad Viagra.” He nods his head towards his boner, which you mistakenly thought was a rage boner brought on by the beating.

You apologize profusely to Mr. Weller, assuring him you are normally cool and it must have been something that happened last night that made you act that way. Weller punches your mouth and shrugs.

“Could have been that scumbag from the club who kept taking you into the bathroom.”

A clue!

You thank Mr. Weller and head towards the club in question. The door features a star logo which looks strangely familiar to you.

Finally fed up with Weller’s shit, now insinuating you spent the night being gay, you throw a punch of your own