Hey guys, thanks for all the reviews so far. I haven't updated in a while
and I apologize, but I had a little writer's block. I think I have it
figured out now, so I should be updating more on a regular basis. (if
anyone is still reading lol) PS. Sorry so short...
**
Wide eyed and still in a small state of shock, Chandler entered the board room and scanned the laughing faces for evil, EVIL Glenn.
There he was. Chumming it up with some guy sitting next to him. Red-faced and laughing at probably an idiotic joke. Chandler walked in up to his chair and everybody turned to face him, surprised on his sudden and very late appearance. He ignored all of them and their sinister whispers, and leaned over to laughing Glenn.
"Can I have a word," he said nervously.
The room smirked at this as if Chandler was the big bad principal and he was hauling out a 10 year old child by the ear.
Glenn pushed his wire grey chair back and said something else to his buddy, and then followed Chandler out of the room, just beyond hearing distance.
"Hey man, that was some party last night wasn't it?" Glenn pretended to do a fake punch to Chandler's stomach, and he stood back, hands in his pockets and grinned.
"Man? No - What the hell happened last night? I woke up and there was a .. bra.. on my floor!"
"You got some action last night, Right ON!" Glenn chuckled back, cheeks glowing.
"Not right on, not right in, right WRONG. I am married 'Man', now tell me what happened!" Chandler was straight out terrified. Whatever he 'might've' done last night, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to hear all the gory details. But he had to know.
"I dunno what happened man.. I was druuuuuunk." Glenn laughed to himself as if reminicing of good times.
Chandler rolled his eyes at the immaturity and ran his right hand through his hair while digging his left hand into his pocket.
"Just.. Just tell me what happened," he prompted nervously. He could feel the sweat beginning to drip already.
Married. Oh God. Married. Committed. Married. Monica. Hurt. STUPID.
Glenn laughed and touched his lip with his fingers and looked up.
"Dude, she was HOT," was all he said as he laughed once more.
"Glenn-" Chandler prompted again, now getting annoyed. He looked quickly into the white and grey board room to find his co-workers laughing it up in clouds of smoke. He turned back to Glenn, not about to worry about that now.
"Not much to tell you bud. I was too busy with my lady friend to really care what you guys were doing. You got pissed drunk and sometime later, you two left in a cab. Sometime after that, I left in my own cab," Glenn said simply as if it was no big deal and it happened to him everynight.
Probably did.
Oh wait, Glenn was still blabbing on,"-but man, she was hot! She was doing all this stuff to me you only see if these Japanese sex books, ya know? There was this thing with her legs-"
"I get it," Chandler put his hand to stop Glenn's excited story and then rubbed his eyes.
The shiny faced man obeyed and stopped in mid-sentence.
"Look, I'm gonna go-" Chandler turned to leave, hand still in his left pocket.
"What should I tell the others?" Glenn plucked his thumb in the direction of the board room.
"Uhh.. tell them I had a stroke.. or something."
**
It was hardly after two when Chandler re-entered his crap motel room. Clues. He needed some clues. Luckily he hadn't cleaned much earlier. He had been too horrified upon waking up to touch anything.
He yanked his tie to loosen it and shut the heavy door. It clicked and locked and his eyes darted around the room, heart still pounding.
Upon discovering the events of the night before, he had not stopped just being plain out terrified. More terrified than his fears of committment back in his dating days. He kept picturing Monica at home awaiting his return, then the -bra-, Monica at home sitting in the bath reading a magazine, hair up..and smelling great.. and then the BRA.
Chandler slumped down on the unused bed closest to the door and dropped his face into his clammy palms. Stupid. Stupid.
He opened up his fingers and peeked out. It was all a dream. It didn't happen. He'd wake up in his bed, and this was all just one horrible nightmare.
The bra was still there. Untouched, sprawled on the floor, burning his eyes and taunting him.
Chandler sighed and lay back on the barf patterned bedspread muttering, "What did I do.." when a crumpling beneath his back made him alert.
He sat up again and turned around. A single piece of lined paper, now a bit wrinkled, sat in the center of the bed.
Curious, and cocking his head to the side, Chandler lifted the piece of paper to notice that it was some sort of note scribbled in blue butterfly handwriting.
-Chandler, last night was hot. I'm so glad you're my boyfriend. I'll keep in touch lover. Nikki.-
Chandler's jaw dropped to the floor and the hand that was holding the paper started to violently shake as he tried to throw the paper as if it was on flames and burning his hand.
"No! No! No!" He exclaimed and scrambled back on the bed towards the headboard. He gripped his hair and stared at a corner of the note which he could just see beyond the bed.
The covers to the bed were messed - as Chandler was still wearing his black dress shoes.
"What have I done..." he muttered quietly to himself.
**
**
Wide eyed and still in a small state of shock, Chandler entered the board room and scanned the laughing faces for evil, EVIL Glenn.
There he was. Chumming it up with some guy sitting next to him. Red-faced and laughing at probably an idiotic joke. Chandler walked in up to his chair and everybody turned to face him, surprised on his sudden and very late appearance. He ignored all of them and their sinister whispers, and leaned over to laughing Glenn.
"Can I have a word," he said nervously.
The room smirked at this as if Chandler was the big bad principal and he was hauling out a 10 year old child by the ear.
Glenn pushed his wire grey chair back and said something else to his buddy, and then followed Chandler out of the room, just beyond hearing distance.
"Hey man, that was some party last night wasn't it?" Glenn pretended to do a fake punch to Chandler's stomach, and he stood back, hands in his pockets and grinned.
"Man? No - What the hell happened last night? I woke up and there was a .. bra.. on my floor!"
"You got some action last night, Right ON!" Glenn chuckled back, cheeks glowing.
"Not right on, not right in, right WRONG. I am married 'Man', now tell me what happened!" Chandler was straight out terrified. Whatever he 'might've' done last night, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to hear all the gory details. But he had to know.
"I dunno what happened man.. I was druuuuuunk." Glenn laughed to himself as if reminicing of good times.
Chandler rolled his eyes at the immaturity and ran his right hand through his hair while digging his left hand into his pocket.
"Just.. Just tell me what happened," he prompted nervously. He could feel the sweat beginning to drip already.
Married. Oh God. Married. Committed. Married. Monica. Hurt. STUPID.
Glenn laughed and touched his lip with his fingers and looked up.
"Dude, she was HOT," was all he said as he laughed once more.
"Glenn-" Chandler prompted again, now getting annoyed. He looked quickly into the white and grey board room to find his co-workers laughing it up in clouds of smoke. He turned back to Glenn, not about to worry about that now.
"Not much to tell you bud. I was too busy with my lady friend to really care what you guys were doing. You got pissed drunk and sometime later, you two left in a cab. Sometime after that, I left in my own cab," Glenn said simply as if it was no big deal and it happened to him everynight.
Probably did.
Oh wait, Glenn was still blabbing on,"-but man, she was hot! She was doing all this stuff to me you only see if these Japanese sex books, ya know? There was this thing with her legs-"
"I get it," Chandler put his hand to stop Glenn's excited story and then rubbed his eyes.
The shiny faced man obeyed and stopped in mid-sentence.
"Look, I'm gonna go-" Chandler turned to leave, hand still in his left pocket.
"What should I tell the others?" Glenn plucked his thumb in the direction of the board room.
"Uhh.. tell them I had a stroke.. or something."
**
It was hardly after two when Chandler re-entered his crap motel room. Clues. He needed some clues. Luckily he hadn't cleaned much earlier. He had been too horrified upon waking up to touch anything.
He yanked his tie to loosen it and shut the heavy door. It clicked and locked and his eyes darted around the room, heart still pounding.
Upon discovering the events of the night before, he had not stopped just being plain out terrified. More terrified than his fears of committment back in his dating days. He kept picturing Monica at home awaiting his return, then the -bra-, Monica at home sitting in the bath reading a magazine, hair up..and smelling great.. and then the BRA.
Chandler slumped down on the unused bed closest to the door and dropped his face into his clammy palms. Stupid. Stupid.
He opened up his fingers and peeked out. It was all a dream. It didn't happen. He'd wake up in his bed, and this was all just one horrible nightmare.
The bra was still there. Untouched, sprawled on the floor, burning his eyes and taunting him.
Chandler sighed and lay back on the barf patterned bedspread muttering, "What did I do.." when a crumpling beneath his back made him alert.
He sat up again and turned around. A single piece of lined paper, now a bit wrinkled, sat in the center of the bed.
Curious, and cocking his head to the side, Chandler lifted the piece of paper to notice that it was some sort of note scribbled in blue butterfly handwriting.
-Chandler, last night was hot. I'm so glad you're my boyfriend. I'll keep in touch lover. Nikki.-
Chandler's jaw dropped to the floor and the hand that was holding the paper started to violently shake as he tried to throw the paper as if it was on flames and burning his hand.
"No! No! No!" He exclaimed and scrambled back on the bed towards the headboard. He gripped his hair and stared at a corner of the note which he could just see beyond the bed.
The covers to the bed were messed - as Chandler was still wearing his black dress shoes.
"What have I done..." he muttered quietly to himself.
**
