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The beat was what hit him first, as he was dragged into some sort of Tulsa club. For some reason he didn't even think this place *had* clubs and bars. He was just so used to New York.

"Hey buddy! What do you think?!" Glenn shouted, turning his head to the left side so he could be heard over the thumping beat as the two weaved through the dancing crowd over to the bar.

Chandler looked around not used to the atmosphere, cringed a little bit then shouted back, "It's loud!"

Glenn let out a whooping laugh and gave a few of those 'gun' hand gestures to people he probably knew.

Chandler knew how to have a good time. He wasn't a freaky workaholic. He'd be up for a game of Ultimate Fireball with Joe, or a game of Foose, or the even better fun, snuggling with Mon in their bedroom. But out in a weird city with a weird fat guy named Glenn with weird strangers.. didn't rank high on his fun list. He just really wanted to go home. He didn't belong in places like this.

"Why hello ladddiesss.." Glenn cooed as the two reached a circular brown table that sat two brunette women. A red candle in a glass container sat in the middle of the table next to various drink menus.

The women looked up, already probably half drunk by the looks of the empties, and they grinned at the two men.

"This," Glenn swung his arm around Chandler's shoulders and squeezed. Chandler opened his eyes awkwardly at the 'embrace'. "This is my dude, Chandler." Glenn patted his chest with his right hand and grinned towards the women.

"Ooh Chandler. What a sexy name," the brunette who sat closest to them smiled and played with her hair with her long fingers.

Chandler chuckled nervously not wanting to be rude and looked around trying to spot the closest exit. The dancing sweaty bodies grinded the dance floor behind and around him, and he looked back at the women. So a quick exit wasn't going to be the 'easiest' option here.

"Come sit by me.." The same brunette that had a weird fetish for his name purred and patted the seat right beside her.

Glenn grinned and gave Chandler's chest another pat and then let him go to sit by the other brunette.

He was left the only one standing, and he looked around again and then took a seat where he was instructed to. Across the table Glenn already had his arm glued around the other woman, hand caressing her soft cheek.

Chandler swallowed and didn't look at the woman beside him. He saw the bottom curls of her hair out of the corner of his eye. Monica's color of hair.

"So baby.. You want to go find a place to go .. 'talk'?" She purred again and rested her hand on his arm. The simple touch burned through his jacket and shirt , singing the hair off his arms. His eyes darted down to her hand still nervously and then he looked away.

"I'm married," he stated once more. That was right. He was married. He loved Mon with all his heart and not a bimbo in some club was *ever* going to change that.

"Your wife isn't here now.. is she?" Her singsong voice softly hit his ears.

"No-"

"Then what's the problem?"

She answered quickly cutting him off, and her hand decided to slide down his arm and to his hand which sat on his left knee.

His eyes darted there now.

How downright EVIL. If he was still that pathetic single Chandler he had been before.. he would.. he would..- But not now.

"No no no no," Chandler chuckled and slide himself off the chair and ran both hands through his hair. "This is not going to happen - This is *not* going to happen."

The brunette stuck out her bottom lip and pouted.

Glenn noticed this, and took his eyes off of his own homewrecker.

"Man, what are you doing?"

"I'm - leaving." Chandler turned and started walking anywhere, but people blocked his way to make any real distance.

"I'm your ride, dude!" Glenn said loudly to him.

"I'll take a cab!"

"You didn't bring your wallet!"

Chandler felt at any of his pockets and sure enough, he hadn't.

"I'll hitchhike!" He said back and still tried to break through the wall of people.

"You don't know your way back dude. Come back here."

So that had been Glenn's plan. Chandler gave up and turned back to the table. The brunette that had been burning his arm and hand smiled.

Chandler stood near the table, left hand in his pocket, right hand at his forehead. What the hell was he going to do now. Stupid EVIL Tulsa.

"Now sit back down honey; I don't bite." The brunette rolled her neck a bit and smiled, a few locks of hair falling in front of her face. She swiped them away behind her ears loosely.

Chandler sat down and still avoided her eyes. He looked down at his watch. It was only 9.

Oh dear God.

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