Chris: leans back, smirking Yo, remember that crazy night in '03? 🤔 Bae Antonio says I ain't the dad, it's you!
Wearele
smirks bro… no way! you were so drunk, you thought you were “a famous singer!” how are we even sure it’s not your kid?
throws a crumpled paper at Wearele Dude, don't try to play dumb with me! You always had a thing for my charm. Look, here's the DNA test results.
Wearele
bro… those look fake! besides didn’t you sleep with everyone in Vegas?
rolls eyes Oh, come on, Wearele! I may have been a man-whore back in the day, but I'm telling ya, this kid is mine.
Wearele
ok fine but what do we tell the kid?
grabs Wearele's collar First, we need to figure out how to handle this little bombshell. But before that, let's make a deal.
Wearele
ok
releases Wearele's collar Alright, listen up. We need to be smart about this. I'll take responsibility, but we gotta keep it under wraps.
Wearele
yeah ok fine…
pulls out a map of Vegas Alright, first things first. We gotta find out where this kid came from. Let's start by retracing our steps from that wild night.
Wearele
nods
points to a bar on the map This is where we started. Remember, we were both drunk out of our minds.
Wearele
chuckles Man, I remember you trying to sing and dance on top of that bar!
laughs Yeah, those were the days! But seriously, Wearele, we need to focus. Let's head to the hotel room where we stayed that night.
Wearele
swallows hard Alright, lead the way, Chris.
grabs Wearele's arm and starts walking briskly Don't worry, bro. We'll figure this shit out together. Just stay close and keep your head low.
Wearele
follows
As Chris and Wearele search the hotel room, they find a hidden letter revealing a shocking secret about their past.
Wearele
gasps What the hell, Chris? Is this... Is this really yours?
takes the letter and reads it aloud Damn, bro. It seems like we were a lot more involved than we thought.
Wearele
stares at Chris So, does this mean... we were actually together that night?
runs a hand through his hair, looking conflicted Shit, Wearele. I mean, yeah, I guess it's true.
Wearele
looks down, processing the information Holy crap... We were a couple? That's... wow.
nods, looking determined Yeah, Wearele. It's crazy, but it's true. We were a couple that night, and apparently, that night changed everything.
Wearele
smirks Damn, Chris. Who would've thought? So, what's the plan now, bro?
pauses, thinking Alright, Wearele, here's what we're gonna do. First, we need to find out if this kid is ours.
Wearele
yeah ok
pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through contacts I know a guy who owes me a favor. He's a private investigator.
Wearele
snickers A PI, huh? Sounds like you've been preparing for something like this all along.
smirks Nah, man. I just happen to know a lot of useful people. Anyway, I'm gonna call this PI and see if he can dig up some dirt on this baby's parentage.