Sorry so short.. More tomorrow =)

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The drinks went down his throat like water. He had started off with a lonely beer, just intent on maybe having only one and then bothering Glenn to get him back to the motel, but the drinks had kept coming, and he had kept drinking. After the one beer, he had decided just to try and drink his misery away.

It had worked all right, at first he hadn't talked much, and he had avoided the seductive female on his left, but she hadn't let up. Drinking more and more into an almost moronic drunk, she made sure to keep at least one hand on him at all times.

The more he drank, the further away from reality he got, and the more delirious and 'not caring' he had become.

After the beers, the shots had started to come. Blurry blonde waitresses that looked like baywatch extras, had delievered platters and platters of shots of - something. It all tasted like water.

After making a hilarious stupid drunk joke, Chandler excused himself to the washroom.

The lights were a blur and he staggered to find a place where he could legally pee. He had a dizzy spell dancing through his head and he found himself on the way to the washroom laughing uncontrollably at all the other drunk people around him.

He felt giddy and free from his lonely thoughts for the first time in Tulsa.

Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad.

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Chandler awoke at some odd time the next day back in his motel bed. The covers were rumpled around him and he groaned as he half opened his eyes.

He remembered nothing. The night before was all a blur. He remembered going to the club, trying to get out of the club and lots of LIGHTS. And was it ever loud.. Nothing he was used to.

He sat up in the bed, rubbed his eyes and looked around. Sunlight poured through the closed thick curtains and he fumbled for his glasses that were on the nightstand directly in front of the alarm clock.

1:15pm.

"1:15?" Chandler was shocked. When was the last time he had ever slept that late?

Pushing back the covers, he sat up his bare feet touching the dainty rug. He rubbed his eyes again and stood up wearily on his way to the washroom. He was insane - INSANELY - late for work, and he had to get -

- Chandler stopped in his tracks, mouth gaping open.

A black bra lay on the floor at the end of the bed.

"Wh-" he stood in front of the bathroom door, mouth still hanging open.

Had he.. Did he.. Where.. What...

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