Chandler and I head out tonight.

We head off to a bar and grab a drink each.

We're looking around.

"So, you like anyone?" I ask.

"Well, yeah, but no one in my league yet," Chandler says to me.

I give him a look.

"Chandler, I'm here to get you a hot date, you can pick whoever you want."

"I think you're really overestimating my probability."

"Oh come on, loosen up on the constant self doubt for one night."

"Yes, it's as easy as turning off a switch, I just never felt the need before tonight," he rolls his eyes at me.

I glare at him.

"Alright, come on just pick a girl."

He looks around and finally points out a stunning blonde. I raise my eyebrows.

"Nice, alright let's go," I jump up.

"Wait, right this second, shouldn't we talk up a plan?"

"A plan? Chandler, there's no plan, we're just going to talk to her," I pull his arm up so he stands.

"Just talk, that's the most terrifying plan we could ever make," he chokes.

I pull his arm and nearly drag him over to the girl. I let him go just as we're approaching her.

I lean in towards her shoulder.

"Excuse me?" I cough and she turns to us. I stand up straight again.

"Hi, I'm Joey and this is Chandler," I say. She looks at me and then Chandler and then back at me.

"Stephanie," she states.

"We had to come over here because my buddy Chandler here kept telling me he's just seen the most beautiful girl he's ever laid eyes on and I had to see it for myself."

She tries to hold back a smirk and then purposely rolls her eyes.

"Well, do you still stand by that statement?" she looks directly at Chandler.

He sucks his lips in and then nods.

I elbow him to talk.

"Yes, I…you're even more stunning up close, I'd love to buy you a drink," he says and I'm actually impressed. It's amazing I didn't tell him to say that.

"Okay, I guess a drink can't hurt," Stephanie giggles and then she and Chandler walk over to the bar. I smile to myself, look at that, that was easier than I thought.

I sit down on a couch and look around. There's a lot of pretty here tonight, but I know I shouldn't do anything. I really want to make it work with Rachel. So, I sit tight and only get up to get a few refills on my drink.

The fifth refill may have been a mistake, because by now I'm feeling pretty lonely and horny. I realize at this point that a really attractive guy has been making eyes with me for some time now. I think about it for a second, I mean if it's a guy is it really cheating? I think same sex is an exception, I mean I would definitely be okay with Rachel hooking up with another chick. I nod to myself, realizing how great a point that is. And technically, we're not even official yet and so we're definitely not exclusive yet, I think to myself, another great point. I stand up and make my way over to the hot guy.

Well, in about an hour I know two things, I'm definitely drunker than I was before and me and the stranger guy definitely got it on in the bathroom. Sometime after that we're still making out in a booth when I feel a hand throw my shoulder back, separating me from the hot guy's lips, whom I still haven't learned a name. Or maybe I did, but I'm too drunk to remember it?

I look up and see Chandler.

"Joe, what are you doing?" he barks.

The alcohol in my brain makes me unable to even attempt to process why he's asking me this or how I can respond. He pulls me up from the booth and over to the side.

"Joey, what about Rachel?"

I look at him with slightly blurry vision.

"Yeah…I knowww, but Rachel and I haven't...anything," I half slur.

"Listen, can we go," he demands more than asks.

"Alright," I just shrug.

He walks out abruptly and I struggle to keep up with him. When we get outside, I jog sloppily up to him.

"Chan, wait …wh-what happened with you and….and Stephanie?

"Yeah, it was great."

"Did you guys…." I shake my eyebrows.

"No, I got her number, we're gonna meet up this week," he snaps at me.

"Okay, look I'm sorry I don't know why you're so mad at me," I shout loudly without realizing. He turns angrily to me.

"Look, you're probably too drunk to remember what I'm about to say, but I'm gonna say it anyway. I know you're for both teams and you're really good looking and I'm sure you can get really hot people anytime you want, but Rachel is my friend and I care about her and if you're just going to treat her like seconds, then forget it. Break it off with her, don't do that to her — I won't let you do that to her," he tells me really seriously. I have nothing to say right now, though, especially in the intoxicated state I'm in.

We walk the rest of the way home in silence.

The next morning, I wake up with a raging headache. I groan in pain and finally stumble to the kitchen to find anything to help.

I've been sipping on the same cup of coffee for about an hour when Chandler walks in and I wonder where he went, I guess just out or maybe down to the coffee shop. He swung the door open when he came in and just leaves it open as he simply stares at me.

I don't want to say anything, I don't have the strength to have a whole conversation. He walks over the fridge to get a drink. In this moment Rachel walks by in the hallway and sees me. My heart drops, literally drops as she walks in thinking it's only me.

"Hey—" she jumps when she's scared by Chandler standing up and closing the fridge.

"Chandler! You scared the crap out of me!"

"Sorry," he shakes annoyed.

"So, how was your night?" she asks and I freeze in the already pretty motionless state I'm in anyway.

I don't know what Chandler thinks, but even with a bad hangover I do recall what happened last night and what he said to me. And at this moment he could destroy any chance I could have with Rachel right now, by just telling her.

I stare at him, but his face is blank. I wait for him to ruin everything.