Chandler walked out of the bathroom of his hotel penthouse. He grabbed his phone off a table. He pushed some buttons and plopped down on the couch. "Hey sweetie." He smiled.

"What?" Monica said sounding a little pissed.

"What's wrong?" He asked putting his feet up on the couch so he could lie down.

"Nothing. What do you want?"

"Why are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad. I'm getting my make up done so I have to be on the set in like 3 minutes. So what?"

"I just wanted to talk. Jeez... I can't talk to you without having a purpose or something."

"I told you I was busy today. I thought you have work."

"I'm taking a break right now. I thought I'd talk to you since this might be my only free time to do so."

"What day are you coming home?"

"I told you this 50 times Monica! Next week!"

"You don't have to yell."

"You started it."

"I was just asking a question."

"Yea a question I've answered a million times!"

"Fine whatever. Bye." Monica hung up.

Chandler shut his cell phone and threw it on the table. Monica was mad. Ever since he went to New York all they did was scream at each other over little things when he or she would call. He ran his hands through his hair and closed his eyes. It was the first time since he was in New York that he had a free moment to himself and he thought he'd talk to Monica but that didn't work out too well. He grabbed the phone off the table and called her again.

"What!"

"Why are you pissed at me?"

"I'm not pissed. Chandler I have to go."

"Monica!" Chandler could hear a man in the background call her name. It was probably the director.

"I'll call you in an hour."

"I'm busy in an hour." He said sitting up.

"Well I'm busy right now."

"It's my only free time."

"What the hell do you expect me to do drop everything for you?"

"No. But I'm telling you this is my only free time."

"Well I'm not free right now."

"I really want to talk to you."

"MONICA! We need you on set!"

"How many times do I have to tell you Chandler? I'm busy right now!"

"Fine. But this is the last time you're talking to me for another week."

"Fine. Bye." Monica said and hung up.

Chandler sighed and called her back. But this time he got her answer machine. He hung up and threw his phone in his pocket and left the room.

"Hey." Chandler smiled and sat on the chair across from Joey.

"Hey." Joey nodded. "I got you a beer."

"Thanks man." Chandler took a sip of his beer.

"You ok man?" Joey asked taking a sip of his beer. "You seemed a little pissed earlier."

"Monica and I are fighting again."

"What has gotten into you guys? I mean you guys have been fighting a lot lately."

"I kn.." Chandler's phone began to ring. "Hello?"

"Hey."

"Hi.." Chandler said and sipped his beer. 'Monica.' he mouthed to Joey.

"Oh." Joey nodded. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom." He whispered.

Chandler nodded. "What's up?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm about to have dinner with Joey."

"I thought you said you weren't free and that was the only free time you had."

"Yea.. well I have to eat."

"Whatever."

"Why are you even calling if you knew I had no free time?"

"Because you were lying. If you didn't want to talk to me you could've just told me that." Monica hung up.

Chandler looked at his phone and called Monica back.

"What?"

"What the hell! Why are you pissed at me?"

"Because you lied to me!"

"I didn't lie! I might have over exaggerated but no I didn't lie."

"Whatever."

"You've been like this all week Monica. I'm sick of it."

"You're sick of me? Of our relationship what?"

"I'm sick of you acting like a bitch!" Chandler yelled causing people to look at him. Monica hung up on him. He looked at his phone and closed it. He got up and walked towards the door with Joey following closely behind.

"Hey man is everything ok?"

"Yea.. " He said walking really fast.

"Everyone heard that."

"I'm really sick of all this crap Monica's giving me."

"I'll throw a party tomorrow night."

"Ok."

"So we'll just invite a lot of people lots of drinks. It'll be cool.. get your mind off of Monica and all of that."

"Yea." Chandler nodded. "She's pissing me off so bad right now." Chandler said through his tight mouth.

"Let's go to my place. We'll order pizza."

"Alright."

"Hey Ross." Monica said walking through the doors.

"Hey Monica.. what are you doing here?" He asked putting down his beer.

"Joey told me he was having a party."

"I know I... You said you couldn't come."

"Yea.. but I thought maybe Chandler and I could work things out and stop fighting." She smiled. "Where is he?"

"In Joey's room. B.."

"Oh ok." Monica smiled and headed towards the room. There were a lot of people. She looked through the tiny opening of Joey's room.

"You... youuuu... Youu know what Joe?" Chandler said obviously very drunk. He was sitting on the floor beside Joey's bed.

"What man?"

"I... I... I lllooo.." He began to laugh. "looooveee burrr burrr."

"Man how many beers have you had?"

Chandler counted the bottles on the floor of Joey's room. There were about 7 bottles which he had finished. He began to count the bottles on his fingers. "THREE!" He said out loud and began to laugh and drink the bottle in his hand.

Joey grabbed the bottle away from him. "I think that's enough for you man."

"WHAT?" Chandler grabbed the bottle back. "You. YOU can't tell me what to do. DO. You're Joey. JJJJ JJ Joey. M." He laughed some more. "Moonica... Monnnnica tells me whaaat to.." He sipped some of his beer. "To doo! MMoonica.. MMMMooonnIcaaa is preeeetttty.. VERY PREETTTYY Joey."

"Yes she is. You're a lucky man."

Monica smiled and was about to open the door.

"But you know what Joey?" Chandler slapped Joey's leg.

"What?"

"Sheee's meaan. Mooonica's a... a..." Chandler tried really hard to think. "A.. A BITCH! Yea.. she's a a bitch! She she always yells at me." Chandler said squeezing Joey's leg really hard. "Shee cleeans aaaalll the time! She.. she.. waants kids and and shee wannts kids.. and and shee yells all the time about kids! We don't have kids Joe!" He said slapping his leg really hard.

"Hey!" Joey said moving away from him. "Hey.. I think you need to calm down ok."

"Elizabeth... You . YYOUU reemember her? She was prettty too. Shhe looved me. She she wanated me. Yea. She shee waantted mmee. But I picked her. Mooonica.. The lady who AALLWWAAYS yellsss at me Joey.! Why? Liza.. beth don't want kidsss. She she.. I should have married her. She's.. she's prettty too. Now.. NOW I'm stuuuuck with MMooniicaa. I don't like her anymore." Chandler laughed. "She yellls a lot.. she cleans too. Elizabeth doessn't clean. She's a good kisser. I wish I could kisseerr again."

"When did you kiss her?"

"Beefforee Monica." He threw his bottle on the floor. "I need more burrr!" Chandler said standing up.

"That's enough. I think you should stay in here. This party wasn't for you to get drunk it was for you to get your mind off of Monica."

"It it iss off of to Monica! She's gone. I don't.. I don't neeedd her. She's a yeeellerr.. Bad kisseer." Chandler stumbled towards the door and opened it.

Thanks for the reviews. I know that a lot of you are thinking he wouldn't say that.. he was drunk.. drunk people say crazy things. Thank you for the reviews. Please review this chapter. Thanks.