Subtitle The Hangover -

The sun didn’t just rise; it interrogated Leo’s retinas.

I can pivot this toward a thriller twist or make it even more absurd if you'd like. subtitle The Hangover

He was sprawled on a floor that smelled faintly of pine cleaner and regret. Around him, the remnants of the night lay like a battlefield: a single silver loafer, a half-eaten burrito, and a literal traffic cone wearing a tuxedo vest. This was the aftermath—the living definition of . The sun didn’t just rise; it interrogated Leo’s retinas

Leo looked at the traffic cone, then at the trophy, and finally at the "Just Married" sash draped over Jax’s shoulder. Around him, the remnants of the night lay

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

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.