Thanks for the reviews and interest! =) I'm going to keep the updates going
as steady as I can. I've still got some ideas left, so I should be able to
pump out a few more chapters at least yet.
CRESS: I have no idea why it stopped at chapter two, and that sucks... But if it stopped at Chapter 2, I suppose.. you.. can't.. read.. this... lol
Ch. 7
**
The eyes bugged out more and his mouth dropped a little closer to the floor.
"You're.. blackmailing me?" he asked in disbelief, having a mixed reaction of anger, fear, and confusion.
"Oh quit being so dramatic. I'm not the devil or anything." She took a last puff from her cigarette and then squished it out on the dainty grey carpet with one of her heels.
So.. casual for her. How many times had she done this? Preying upon married men. Was Glenn in on this? Was he getting back at Chandler for a crappy paycheck or a few nights of late boring WEINUS work? Questions.
"Well.. well.. how much do you want?" he asked curiously, straining his brain and thinking of his dying bank account and Monica.
'Oh yeah honey, I was stupid and accidently spent 5 thousand bucks on a candy bar. Oh well.'
"Two hundred grand should cover it," she made a small smile and sat back on the chair behind her, crossing her legs delicately.
"Two hundred grand-!" Chandler slowly sunk down on the end of the bed closest to the door and he stared straight ahead for a second, digesting the number, hoping he hadn't heard it right.
"Listen," he paused and chuckled, "I don't have that kind of money-"
"Then you better get it," she interuppted and began digging in her purse again for a cigarette.
"Or..." he responded slowly, again looking straight ahead into space. This was not happening. This was *not* happening. Nightmare. Nightmare...
"Orrr...I pay your little cutesy wife a little visit and let her in on all the gory details of last night." Nikki looked off into space also with a clever smile plastered on her face, then she continued to dig for her cigarettes. She chuckled, "I wonder if Monica knows you're a biter.." She shook her head and pulled out the silver cigarette case.
"Mon..Monica?" He was alerted and looked at her. She even knew her name. Was his tie tight again? He was again getting hot.
Nikki, right before striking a match for her cigarette, stopped and looked at him.
"Monica Geller Bing, your wife?" She took his even more -angry, fearful, and confused- silent face as a yes as she lit her cigarette, waving out her match afterwards and placing the charred stick next to the previous one on the round table beside her.
"How did you..-"
"-Know? Oh that was the easy part. Glenn for one, he's the biggest blab mouth when he's drunk. All I had left was a few phone calls and a few records to check and I was set." She puffed on her cigarette nonchalantly. As if she didn't care who's life she ruined.
"Well.. well what if I just go to the cops? You know, the police, they'll-"
"The police?" Nikki let out, what sounded like a cross between a bellowing laugh and an evil cackle. "Do you seriously think they're going to charge a sweet.. innocent.. wittle.. girl who just got date raped..?"
Her acting skills kicked in and the fake waterworks threatened to fall.
"No No No!" He threw his cigarette-free hand out, now entirely frustrated with himself. What a goddamn MESS!
"Oh, and one more thing-" Nikki stood up, straightened out her skirt and took a quick puff from her drug.
"I want that money before you skip on back to New York. Just so you know."
She started for the motel door, taking long and confident strides.
"Evil bitch..." Chandler breathed, now more angry than anything.
She heard this and half turned, pointing her finger at him, laughing at him a little.
"Okay, if that's how you'd like to play the game. We could have done this the easy way. But I suppose by that last insulting comment, you would like to give hardball a try. You listen to me, Chandler Bing, I can pick up and dial your wife anytime. Just give me a reason to."
A flashback of *shudder* Janice hit him then, 'You lis-ten Chand-ler B-ing Nahahahaha'.
Chandler stayed silent, not wanting to dig a deeper hole for himself. It all came down to money or Monica. Keep the money, or keep Monica.
Content with his silence again, Nikki smiled at her victory and left the room.
"God.." Chandler moaned, his head back in his hands.
**
Whirling thoughts connected into different scenarios in his head, all meshing together into one big monkey shit pile.. Chandler knew though, before he was going to decide anything, he'd call Monica.
Maybe she'd understand. Maybe he could tell her the whole damn story and she'd be fine about it all.. Tell her about the blackmailing..
He stood up and moved to sit closer to the phone that was on the night table. He lifted the receiver to his ear and suddenly had mental pictures of what the people had been doing to the phone before him. Who knew.. in a motel room..
Pressing "9" to dial out, he typed in the long distance number to Manhatten, praying that she had the day off.
On ring.. two rings.. three..
"Come on Mon.." he urged.
"Hello?" A cheery voice came on the line from the other end. Rachel.
"Hey Rach.. uh, is Monica there?"
"Hey Chandler! Yeah she is, just a second,"
He heard her attempt to cover the mouth piece as she yelled for Monica, saying it was him.
Running. And then she was on the line.
"Hi honey!" So happy. Not a care in the world.
"Hey Mon.." Chandler smiled out of reflex by just hearing her voice.
"Guess what I found!" She almost shrieked excitedly over the phone.
"A hidden leatherbound briefcase filled with bundles of unmarked uncirculated hundred dollar bills locked with gold locks that you cracked by combining our birthdates?"
Silence as Monica absorbed what the hell he was talking about.
"No..." she answered slowly.
Damn. Was worth a shot, Chandler thought.
"No, I found Walter!" She resumed her exciting news.
Silence again.
"Is Walter that fat guy you work with who always has that brown crust on the corner of his mouth?"
"No honey.." she giggled for a second," That's Ronald." She paused for another second, "No, Walter! Come on, you remember. Mr. Snuggly Walter? My little bunny?"
"How can he *not* be dead by now?"
Of course she was referring to a stuffed animal.
See, that was what he liked. A carefree conversation talking about 'Walter'. No bills, no sicknesses, no blackmailing devil women.
The more they talked, the more Chandler loved her. And that's when he realized something. There was no way he could tell her. He couldn't hurt her like that. Even if maybe there was a 1% chance that she would understand, he wouldn't risk it. Monica didn't deserve any of this on her shoulders. He did. He had done a horrible thing. And was now it was his responsibility and his alone. He had to deal with the consequences.
They both finished the call with a ton of 'I love yous', 'I miss yous', and 'I'll see you soons'. And Chandler slowly replaced the phone on the cradle, missing Monica then maybe ever before.
How the hell was he going to come up with this money?
Time to have a little chat with his 'ol buddy Glenn.
**
CRESS: I have no idea why it stopped at chapter two, and that sucks... But if it stopped at Chapter 2, I suppose.. you.. can't.. read.. this... lol
Ch. 7
**
The eyes bugged out more and his mouth dropped a little closer to the floor.
"You're.. blackmailing me?" he asked in disbelief, having a mixed reaction of anger, fear, and confusion.
"Oh quit being so dramatic. I'm not the devil or anything." She took a last puff from her cigarette and then squished it out on the dainty grey carpet with one of her heels.
So.. casual for her. How many times had she done this? Preying upon married men. Was Glenn in on this? Was he getting back at Chandler for a crappy paycheck or a few nights of late boring WEINUS work? Questions.
"Well.. well.. how much do you want?" he asked curiously, straining his brain and thinking of his dying bank account and Monica.
'Oh yeah honey, I was stupid and accidently spent 5 thousand bucks on a candy bar. Oh well.'
"Two hundred grand should cover it," she made a small smile and sat back on the chair behind her, crossing her legs delicately.
"Two hundred grand-!" Chandler slowly sunk down on the end of the bed closest to the door and he stared straight ahead for a second, digesting the number, hoping he hadn't heard it right.
"Listen," he paused and chuckled, "I don't have that kind of money-"
"Then you better get it," she interuppted and began digging in her purse again for a cigarette.
"Or..." he responded slowly, again looking straight ahead into space. This was not happening. This was *not* happening. Nightmare. Nightmare...
"Orrr...I pay your little cutesy wife a little visit and let her in on all the gory details of last night." Nikki looked off into space also with a clever smile plastered on her face, then she continued to dig for her cigarettes. She chuckled, "I wonder if Monica knows you're a biter.." She shook her head and pulled out the silver cigarette case.
"Mon..Monica?" He was alerted and looked at her. She even knew her name. Was his tie tight again? He was again getting hot.
Nikki, right before striking a match for her cigarette, stopped and looked at him.
"Monica Geller Bing, your wife?" She took his even more -angry, fearful, and confused- silent face as a yes as she lit her cigarette, waving out her match afterwards and placing the charred stick next to the previous one on the round table beside her.
"How did you..-"
"-Know? Oh that was the easy part. Glenn for one, he's the biggest blab mouth when he's drunk. All I had left was a few phone calls and a few records to check and I was set." She puffed on her cigarette nonchalantly. As if she didn't care who's life she ruined.
"Well.. well what if I just go to the cops? You know, the police, they'll-"
"The police?" Nikki let out, what sounded like a cross between a bellowing laugh and an evil cackle. "Do you seriously think they're going to charge a sweet.. innocent.. wittle.. girl who just got date raped..?"
Her acting skills kicked in and the fake waterworks threatened to fall.
"No No No!" He threw his cigarette-free hand out, now entirely frustrated with himself. What a goddamn MESS!
"Oh, and one more thing-" Nikki stood up, straightened out her skirt and took a quick puff from her drug.
"I want that money before you skip on back to New York. Just so you know."
She started for the motel door, taking long and confident strides.
"Evil bitch..." Chandler breathed, now more angry than anything.
She heard this and half turned, pointing her finger at him, laughing at him a little.
"Okay, if that's how you'd like to play the game. We could have done this the easy way. But I suppose by that last insulting comment, you would like to give hardball a try. You listen to me, Chandler Bing, I can pick up and dial your wife anytime. Just give me a reason to."
A flashback of *shudder* Janice hit him then, 'You lis-ten Chand-ler B-ing Nahahahaha'.
Chandler stayed silent, not wanting to dig a deeper hole for himself. It all came down to money or Monica. Keep the money, or keep Monica.
Content with his silence again, Nikki smiled at her victory and left the room.
"God.." Chandler moaned, his head back in his hands.
**
Whirling thoughts connected into different scenarios in his head, all meshing together into one big monkey shit pile.. Chandler knew though, before he was going to decide anything, he'd call Monica.
Maybe she'd understand. Maybe he could tell her the whole damn story and she'd be fine about it all.. Tell her about the blackmailing..
He stood up and moved to sit closer to the phone that was on the night table. He lifted the receiver to his ear and suddenly had mental pictures of what the people had been doing to the phone before him. Who knew.. in a motel room..
Pressing "9" to dial out, he typed in the long distance number to Manhatten, praying that she had the day off.
On ring.. two rings.. three..
"Come on Mon.." he urged.
"Hello?" A cheery voice came on the line from the other end. Rachel.
"Hey Rach.. uh, is Monica there?"
"Hey Chandler! Yeah she is, just a second,"
He heard her attempt to cover the mouth piece as she yelled for Monica, saying it was him.
Running. And then she was on the line.
"Hi honey!" So happy. Not a care in the world.
"Hey Mon.." Chandler smiled out of reflex by just hearing her voice.
"Guess what I found!" She almost shrieked excitedly over the phone.
"A hidden leatherbound briefcase filled with bundles of unmarked uncirculated hundred dollar bills locked with gold locks that you cracked by combining our birthdates?"
Silence as Monica absorbed what the hell he was talking about.
"No..." she answered slowly.
Damn. Was worth a shot, Chandler thought.
"No, I found Walter!" She resumed her exciting news.
Silence again.
"Is Walter that fat guy you work with who always has that brown crust on the corner of his mouth?"
"No honey.." she giggled for a second," That's Ronald." She paused for another second, "No, Walter! Come on, you remember. Mr. Snuggly Walter? My little bunny?"
"How can he *not* be dead by now?"
Of course she was referring to a stuffed animal.
See, that was what he liked. A carefree conversation talking about 'Walter'. No bills, no sicknesses, no blackmailing devil women.
The more they talked, the more Chandler loved her. And that's when he realized something. There was no way he could tell her. He couldn't hurt her like that. Even if maybe there was a 1% chance that she would understand, he wouldn't risk it. Monica didn't deserve any of this on her shoulders. He did. He had done a horrible thing. And was now it was his responsibility and his alone. He had to deal with the consequences.
They both finished the call with a ton of 'I love yous', 'I miss yous', and 'I'll see you soons'. And Chandler slowly replaced the phone on the cradle, missing Monica then maybe ever before.
How the hell was he going to come up with this money?
Time to have a little chat with his 'ol buddy Glenn.
**
