Ok before you even read this, here's my warning. This fic is about drugs and drug use. The characters aren't anything like they are on the show, so don't expect them to be. This is set in the present day, but the characters are all in the early 20's. I'm expecting to put all the characters in this, as well as my own characters, but for now it's just Chandler and Joey, the others will show up soon though. Let me know what you guys think, I was kinda hesitant in putting this up, but I got this idea and wanted to write this. So please R&R. Thanks.

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Chandler exited to elevator and walked down the dimly lit hallway towards his apartment. It wasn't much, but it was all he could afford at the moment. Hopefully, soon, that would all change though. He had met this guy at a nightclub earlier, and this guy was loaded. He had more money that you could imagine. That's what was alluring about him. He wanted that too. He wanted money. He wanted to get out of the shitty apartment that he was currently living in. So he asked the guy how he was doing it. How was he able to make that much money? The answer was simple the guy said, drugs. He made all that money selling drugs. It was crazy; he couldn't sell drugs…could he? That's when he made the decision; he wanted to talk to his roommate Joey about it. He got the guys number, not even knowing his name, and told him that he would call him. Now here he was standing outside his apartment contemplating how he was going to bring this up to Joey. It was crazy wasn't it? He was 21 years old, working at a dinner down the street as a cook. He wasn't doing anything with his life at this point. He still hadn't decided what he wanted to do. Yeah, he was young, but he felt like he was running out of time, and quickly too. He had opted to not go to college, which now he was starting to regret. He was barely making it by as it was, and his Joey wasn't much help, he was a struggling actor, so he was barely making any money either. Chandler hadn't even ever tried drugs before, other than a little pot back in high school. So what on earth made him think that he could actually sell it? He shook the thoughts out of his mind and turned the doorknob and entered his apartment. He shut the door and locked it and turned around to see Joey sitting on the couch.

"Hey man, what's up? Where you been?"

"Hey, ah, I was just at this club down the street." Chandler replied.

"Oh, ok." Came Joey's response…he wasn't much of a talker sometimes, especially when the TV was on.

"Hey Joe, I wanted to talk to you about something, if you got a minute."

"Alright, what's up?" He grabbed the remote and hit mute and turned to face Chandler.

"Well, first of all, just hear me out before you say anything alright?"

"Ok, you got it." Joey was a little worried after hearing that, but this was his best friend he was talking about. It couldn't be that bad, right?

"Ok, well tonight, at the club, there was this guy there. I mean this guy had more money than I've ever seen. He was in the V.I.P. area, surrounded by girls. He was buying everyone drinks left and right. So I got interested I wanted to know how this guy did it, right? So I was able to get up to him and talk to him, and when I did I asked him, straight up, how he did it. He told me by selling drugs. That's all he did, was sell drugs and he was making that much money. Now I know what you're thinking. That it's crazy. That we can't sell drugs, we don't even do drugs, but this is the thing. He told me he didn't do drugs either. He actually told me that he had never done drugs. It's crazy right? So look I got his number, and I told him that I would call him…" Chandler was looking down at his hands trying not to look at Joey, but needing to know his reaction. Finally he looked up and Joey was staring at him, his mouth wide, not saying anything.

"Look Joe, I know that it's crazy, but I can't take this shit anymore. Look at this apartment." He said opening his arms to the small apartment that they called home. It was practically a dump, but it was all they could afford at the moment. It only had one bedroom, which was Chandler's, since he had lived there first. Joey had moved in after they met each other at the diner. They had a small bathroom, and a living room, and their kitchen consisted of a refrigerator, and oven, and one small area of counter space. It was nothing. They couldn't afford much furniture, so all they had was a couch that had come from Joey, at his old place, and a TV. That was it.

"I mean we have no money, we're barely making it as it is. Look at it this way, I figure, we do this for a little bit, just until we get up enough money to get a better place, and then we can stop. It won't take long; we do this and save up all the money. We could be set, Joey. C'mon just think about it."

"Chandler," Joey finally spoke up. "Listen to yourself. This is crazy. We don't know how to sell drugs, are you crazy? We could go to jail for doing something like this. It happens all the time. Plus who the hell do you suppose we're gonna sell to? We don't' even know anyone that does drugs. You've come up with some crazy ideas before man, but this…this is just insane! We can't do this."

"I knew that you were gonna say that, but to tell you the truth, I think I've already made up my mind. I think I'm gonna do it anyway, with or without you man. I mean, I just can't take this shit anymore, I can't. Yeah, I understandthat there are risks, but as long as I'm careful, I think I can do this. I'm gonna call him, and I'm gonna show you, that it can be done. If you decided later that you wanna join me, that I'll be more than willing to let you." Chandler rose up off the couch and walked over towards his bedroom. He decided that tomorrow was going to be the day. He would call the guy, whatever the hell his name was, and tell him he wanted in on this. At this point he felt he had nothing to lose.

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Chandler rolled over and hit the alarm clock stopping the shrill sound that had woke him up. He hated that noise. He opened his eyes just enough to see the red numbers staring at him, 9:00. He groaned, and pushed the covers off his body and sat up on the edge of his bed. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes and tried to will himself awake. Then all the thoughts from the previous night flooded his mind and he smiled. Today was the day, he was going to do it, he had to, and the pro's far outweighed the cons in his mind. With that thought he pushed himself off the bed and exited his bedroom to go get a shower.

He held the white card in his hand and looked down at the numbers. This was it, he didn't know what was gonna happen, but there was nothing he could do but try, right? He picked up the phone and dialed the numbers and sat back on the couch waiting for the answer.

"Hello." He heard from the other end.

"Uh, h…hey. Um, I don't know if you remember me, but I was at the club last night, and you gave me your card. I'm Chandler."

"Ah yeah I remember you, the kid that was asking me how I made all my money?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"Ok, so what's up, you wanna buy something, or what?"

"No, actually, I wanted to get in on the business…you know doing what you do…" Chandler said.

"Oh, I see you." He was met with a slight laugh. "You sure about that kid? Do you know what you're getting yourself into?"

"I thought about it, and I need money, and to tell ya the truth, I feel like I really don't have shit to lose, so why not." Chandler replied gaining a little more confidence, he didn't want to sound scared and let this guy laugh in his face again.

"Ok well, before I let you just start working for me, you're gonna have to prove that you can do it, alright? Come down to the club, the same one from last night, I own it, be there in an hour. Oh, and I'm Dante by the way." With that he heard a click and a dial tone. Chandler hung up the phone relieved. 'That wasn't so bad' he thought. Ok so now all he had to do was prove to this guy that he could do this. He wondered what he was gonna have to do. He didn't get much of a chance to think, before Joey walked through the front door.

"Hey man." Joey said.

"Hey Joe."

"So what's up? Are you not going to work today or what?" Joey asked grabbing a beer outta the fridge before walking over and taking a seat next to Chandler.

"No actually I called in; I got something else that I have to go do."

"Your not talking about that shit you were talking about last night are you?"

"Actually, I am. As a matter of fact I just got of the phone with the guy. Evidently his name is Dante, and that club I told you I was at last night? Yeah he owns it Joey. It's his. I'm really not backing out of this now. He wants me down there in an hour, he says I have to prove myself though, how I don't know, but I'll be finding out shortly." Chandler rose up off the couch and went and grabbed a beer for himself before walking to his room to get changed.

"You're fucking crazy you know that?" Joey yelled from the living room.

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Chandler walked through the front door of the nightclub, Club Blue was the name, he figured he'd have to remember that just incase this ended up working out. He wasn't sure where he was supposed to go, but he didn't have to wonder for too long as he saw Dante walking towards him.

"Chandler." Dante said extending his hand, which Chandler took.

"Hey."

"Well follow me to my office, where we can sit down and chat." Chandler followed him through a door in the back which led to a long hallway, and finally into a rather large office. They sat down, and Dante spoke up.

"So give me a reason why I should trust you?"

"What do you mean? I mean I know we don't know each other or anything, but I can assure you that I'm not a cop or anything." Chandler replied.

Dante laughed. "You know that, that's exactly what a cop would say right?"

"Yeah, I know, I don't know how to prove to you that I'm not one though." Chandler said nervously, now worried that this guy wasn't going to trust him.

"Well, lucky for you, based you your look, you don't look like a cop, you look like a kid that needs some money, and I wanna help you out. So I'm going to trust you, but just be aware that if you fuck with me, you will regret it, and that's a promise." Dante said.

"Ok, no problem, I want to do this, and I'm going to try my best to not fuck it up."

"Ok, good. Too start with, I'm going to give you something simple and then we'll build you up from there, just like with anything else you can't start at the top. You gotta work your way up. I'm gonna start you out selling weed for me. I know that you probably don't know many if any people to sell too, I'll give you some clients and then from them you'll start meeting your own and you won't need my help with that anymore. Now I'm gonna give you an ounce and I'm gonna front it to you. That means that you have to make all the money back from it, plus some so that you can make a profit. I'm going to charge you $100, which is your discount since you work for me. So your job is to make more than that, you give me my $100 back and then whatever else you make is yours to keep…got it?" Dante asked.

"Yeah I think so. I've never done this before though so…" Chandler trailed off.

"Well, I'm going to tell you as much as I can, but you'll learn these things over time. That's why I'm starting you out small so that you can learn these things."

Chandler was really nervous after hearing all of this. What was he getting himself into? Before he got here he was all excited and just knew that he could do this, but now he was becoming more and more afraid about what he was getting into. He needed and wanted money though, and maybe Dante was right, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, maybe he could learn how to do this and it was be alright. He and Dante finished their conversation and Chandler walked out ready to get started. Dante had supplied him with a scale telling him he would need that to weigh out the weed he was selling. He also explained to him how that process worked. Chandler was always good at math though, so he caught onto that part pretty quickly. It all involved grams and ounces which wasn't too difficult. He was also given his supply of weed, an ounce, which to Chandler was probably the most marijuana he had ever seen in his life. Dante also gave him a cell phone, which was all paid for, by Dante of course, and was to be used for his business. Dante had told him to keep the cell on and by him at all times, because he would have people calling him when they needed something. For now Chandler decided to head back to his apartment and wait for the phone to ring.

When he walked through the door Joey was there of course, sitting on the couch, watching TV, with a beer, just like he had left him.

"Hey," Joey said immediately sitting up on the couch. "How did it go?"

"Well pretty good, he gave me weed and I'm gonna sell it." Chandler replied.

"This is fucking crazy man; I can't believe you are actually doing this. Have you even ever smoked weed?" Joey asked, worried about what his friend was getting himself into.

"Actually, yes I have, a few times in high school. That doesn't matter though, like I told you Dante himself told me that he had never even tried drugs, yet he sells them and look at him. He's doing pretty damn well for himself. You're gonna see Joey." Chandler walked over and sat down on the couch. He emptied out his pockets and spread everything out on the table.

"Wow what the hell is all of this?" Joey asked looking over everything.

"This is everything that I'll need to do that. Dante gave me all of it; I didn't have to pay for a thing. The only thing I have to pay him back for is the weed that he fronted me, but whatever else that I make is mine, I get to keep it. He gives me the shit for really cheap, and then I sell it for more money, therefore making back Dante's money plus some." Chandler said.

"Oh, so are you sure you're gonna be able to do this, I mean, you don't have a clue what the hell you're doing."

"I realize that, and that's what I told him, but he said that I would learn and he told me everything that I needed to know to start out. It doesn't sound that bad. I think I can manage. One thing though, I think it will be best, in order to not get caught, for me to sell out of our apartment…as long as that's ok with you?" Chandler asked, looking over at Joey.

"Well, technically it's your apartment, so I don't see how I can stop you really. It's cool though, I don't mind. Just please be careful. I don't want you to go to jail for some drugs Chandler." Joey replied.

"I know man, I will, that's why I think this is the safest bet to do it here. That way I'm not out on the street doing it, ya know what I mean?"

"Yeah, alright." Joey sighed. "Wow, I can't believe that you are actually doing this man. I didn't think that you had it in you. Of all things, dealing drugs is the last thing I ever thought of you doing."

"Yeah, I know it's crazy, but why not, I'm 21, I'm entitled to be a little crazy sometimes right?" Chandler said.