"So, we search first thing in the morning." Zack announced.

  Max groaned. "Alright, not too early. I get one HELL of a hangover around sun up." He said as he took a swig from his liquor. Matthew rolled his eyes.

  "That's not my problem. Tomorrow, at six. Sharp!" Zack demanded. "I will even wake your ass up." He said, grumbling.

  Max groaned again. "Whatever." He mumbled. He plopped down in the bed and fell right asleep.

  Zack sighed and looked at Matthew. They both shook their heads, and carried on.

  .......................................

  Back in their room, they lay.

  "Zack, I don't trust him that he'll keep his word. I mean, did you look at him? He's a drunk! He'll BARELY remember what he said the next morning!" Matthew complained.

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  "I know, I know. But whether he said he will help or not, he's helping us to fix this mess!" Zack then sighed and turned to fall asleep.

  Matthew grumbled. "We better find it fast. I hate his God damn guts!"

  ...........................

  The next morning, at exactly six, Matthew and Zack were ready..but Max wasn't.

  Zack went up to his door and knocked loudly. When there was no answer, he oped the door and stormed in.

  Somehow, Max's body was sprawled face down on the floor right beside the bed. The blankets were strewn everywhere.

  Zack sighed, shaking his head. He went to the sink where a bucket lay and filled it up, and dumped the ice cold water on his head."

  "FUCK!" Max exclaimed as he shot his head up, accidentally smacking the back of his head under the nightstand.

  Matthew winced.

  Max groaned, holding the back of his head.

  But Zack ignored the commotion. He folded his arms. "Get up!"

  Max slowly cranked his head up to see Zack and groaned again. "Fuck you!"

  Before Zack can grab Max's arm, the boy forced himself up and glared at him. "Jesus Christ, asshat!" He mumbled under his breath.