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Opening his eyes takes more effort than Holland expects, the light hurts, his head throbs so agonisingly that he assumes he'd woken up from another alcohol induced bender but he isn’t in his home, he isn’t passed out in some bar either. He's in a small room, sat on a frankly uncomfortable chair that makes his ass go numb.
He hears a groan from beside him and it sounds familiar in some earie way, he blinks and looks over to his left where the sound had come from and he almost topples out of his chair, beside him is a man that looks earily similar to him albeit with cropped blonde hair with bleached tips, wearing a black and red jacket, his head swivels around as he looks for sign of anyone else or even a exit instead he sees two other people who closely resemble him.
To his right is a man wearing a cardigan and jeans, glasses haphazardly draped down his chin, beside that man is a more tougher looking version of them, dressed in all black with furrowed eyebrows, a just healed cut along the top of his eyebrow.
They all seem to be regaining consciousness at the same time, Holland wills himself to belive this is just a dream, a shitty alcohol induced dream but then one of them speaks, the man from his left.
"Oh, what the fuck!?"
The yell startles the man to his right, who's glasses fall onto his lap as they topple from his chin, though he hastily puts them back on to gawp at them, blinking in quick stunned succession.
"W-why do you look like me?" Glasses man asks
"I'd like to know the same thing" Their tougher looking variant speaks up, looking remarkably unfrazzled for their situation
Holland pats at his pockets and groans when he can't find his cigarettes, now he really needs a drink if he's going to deal with this bullshit, he winces when a big screen in front of them flickers to life, he has to squint as his eyes adjust to the new bright light before something begins to play on the screen.
...A film?
The title forming on screen accompanied by smooth jazz.
The Nice Guys
"Oh no"