Okay, once more, no idea where I am going with this...but I still am trying to keep the humor into it! It's hard though hehe. Thankyou for all the reviews, they were great! Oh, and if anyone has any idea what Mon should do, please tell me! I'm still slightly confused on that front! Please read and review and I love you

I do not own friends/actors/characters, but I do own a habit of writing stories instead of doing my actual work...I'm sure you can all agree!

After dressing and popping a few pills for their pounding heads, Rachel and Chandler made their way downstairs to attempt some breakfast and hopefully, in Chandler's case, find Monica. The air was slightly tense around them, both unsure of what had really happened the night before. Chandler tried to put it out of his mind, watching as Rachel checked her face in her compact mirror for the umpteenth time. She had managed to wash the beard and moustache off, which had put her in a better mood for breakfast.

Joey and Phoebe were already there, talking animatedly as per usual. They fell silent as their friends approached the table. Chandler pulled out a chair for Rachel, glancing around the room as she sat down.

"Mon isn't down yet?" he asked, pushing both Rachel and the chair in.

"No…" was all Joey said as Chandler sat down, still staring at the two; Phoebe doing the same. Unaware of the close scrutiny, Chandler thanked Rachel as she poured him some coffee.

"So…are we going to talk about what you two did last night?" Joey finally asked. Chandler and Rachel both froze, staring in horror at one another. Crap, was all Chandler could think. He really had slept with Rachel.

No.

Joey was wrong. He would never cheat on Monica, no matter how drunk or upset he was.

"What are you talking about? Nothing…nothing happened last night," Rachel said nervously, flipping her hair back. Chandler nodded in agreement.

"Ya huh! Rach, you invited us to watch!"

Despite his certainty that nothing had happened, Chandler still looked at Rachel in disgust. She stared back, unable to form any coherent words.

"We weren't going to miss our best friends getting married," Phoebe continued.

"Who got married?" Rachel gasped, turning away from Chandler.

"Uh…you did?" Joey said uncertainly. Chandler and Rachel both burst into laughter.

"What? We didn't get married-"

"That's ridiculous! We didn't get-" they said in unison, both turning to look at one another. Two gasps filled the air as the memory hit them full force.

"Oh my god!" Chandler exclaimed, covering his face with his hands. "Oh my go…I remember a chapel…"

"Oh my god, no, no, no…." Rachel shook her head, also burying her face into her hands.

"They…they wouldn't let us get married…we were so drunk!"

"Of course they would let you get married when you're drunk! Most people who get married in Vegas are drunk!"

"Hell, I'm drunk right now," Phoebe laughed. They all turned to look at her in surprise. "What? I'm on vacation here!"

"This can not be happening," Chandler groaned miserably.

"Chandler, what is the big deal? So you two got married? It's not like it counts." Joey leaned back in his chair, smirking to himself.

"What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, if you get married in Vegas, you're only married in Vegas," Phoebe explained.

"What are you talking about? You get married in Vegas, you're married everywhere Pheebs!" Rachel exclaimed. Phoebe stared at her.

"R-Really?"

"Uh, yeah!"

"Oh my god!" there was a pause, then Phoebe shrugged and went back to her drink.

"So…you guys are really married? Mr and Mrs Bing?"

"Oh my god, I'm Mrs Bing!" Rachel covered her face in horror. "Oh god, this is awful!"

"What am I going to do? If Mon finds out…well, let's just say, I can officially start burying my own grave," Chandler hissed. Joey leaned forward, patting Chandler's arm.

"That's easy man…just don't tell her."

"Joey! He has to tell her!" Rachel scolded.

"What? Why? Why do I have to?"

"Because you do Chandler!"

"Yeah, I know…" Chandler shook his head, frowning deeply. "But how? I mean, what would I say? What could I say that would make it not sound horribly awful?"

"Well….nothing! There is nothing you can say to make this better…especially with you at the wheel," Phoebe laughed. "You suck so much at sucking up! And that is just plain impossible to do…except for you!" She laughed harder, then shook her head. "Oh god, I am so drunk!"

"Yeah…thanks Pheebs, that really helps us out," Chandler muttered, then turned to Rachel. "What are we gonna do?"

"Well…it was just a stupid drunken mistake! I mean, you were just keeping me company until Ross returned…which I don't think he ever did…" Rachel trailed off, frowning. "Where did he go?"

"Bigger picture Rach, please!"

"Oh right! Uh, so we got all…liquored up I guess…and then…then I don't know? Maybe we could just say that it was a…oh, a dare!"

"Oh, hey yeah! We could say that I, like, dared you guys to do it! And you were so drunk that you didn't know what was going on!" Phoebe clapped her hands together. "Yeah, let's do that!"

"Chan…I think you guys should just tell the truth," Joey said seriously.

"What? No, we should say the dare thing…I mean, Joey, a minute ago you were saying don't tell her at all!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Yeah, but it's gonna come out sometime…and how do you think Mon would react if she found out months later that you two had once been Mr and Mrs Bing?"

"What?" the four froze, then all turned to find both Ross and Monica standing behind them. Joey turned back to Chandler and Rachel.

"You know guys, you are facing that way! A bit of heads up next time would be great," he hissed.

"What…what does he mean Mr and Mrs Bing?" Monica whispered, ignoring Joey completely. Chandler and Rachel both sighed.

"Well…we got a bit drunk last night and…and apparently we kinda got…married," Chandler confessed. Monica stared at him, not saying anything.

"Mon…it's my fault…no, really, it's Ross's fault!" Rachel pointed a finger at Ross.

"What? Me? What did I do?"

"You were supposed to come back with more cards! Chandler was only hanging out with me until you came back! Then he was gonna go make up with Mon, but you didn't come back!"

"Well, he could have gone and made up with Mon anyway!"

"No, you see, I made him promise that he would stay there with me until you came back…"

"Yeah, and when you are all liquored up, a promise is pretty important," Joey piped up.

"But you see? I was gonna go and make up with you…I did go actually, because Phoebe said that you really wanted to, but you were having so much fun playing your little game, so I figured it could wait for a little while…maybe you might win something, you know?" Chandler glanced up at Monica hopefully, who continued to stare at him.

"Well…I did…I won a lot of money actually-"

"Really? How much?" Phoebe interrupted.

"It doesn't matter! I can't believe you did this Chandler!"

"I know…I'm so sorry Mon but…well, if you think about it, it really is Nevada's fault."

"How? How is it Nevada's fault?" she snapped.

"Well…they let us get married and we were so drunk! There should be laws against that!" Chandler exclaimed.

"Okay…I'll give you that…but did Nevada get you hammered and put the stupid, most insane thought in your heads?"

"She has us there Chandler," Rachel murmured. Chandler leapt out of his chair and grabbed Monica's hands.

"I know, I know, I am so sorry! You cannot believe how sorry I am! It was stupid! It was so stupid! And I am so sorry! You have to believe me." He looked at her with pleading eyes, hoping that it would work like it had in the past.

"Did you guys sleep together?" she asked softly. Chandler hesitated.

"No-not that I can remember."

"And we were wearing clothes when we woke up," Rachel offered.

"Yeah, and besides, do you really think I would forget having sex? I mean, before you, sex was so sparse that I never forgot doing it, no matter how drunk I was! My brain is still on that setting; I remember every time that we do it clearly, and as you know, there are a lot of times to remember! A lot!"

"Ah, that's lovely to hear," Ross muttered, taking a seat next to Phoebe.

"So…you didn't have sex?" Monica whispered, the hurt look never once leaving her face.

"No, of course we didn't! It was stupid, so stupid!"

"It was stupid," Monica agreed. Rachel nodded, standing up as well.

"Yes! And I promise you Mon, we are going to do everything we can to make this up to you!"

"Well…that's gonna take a lot…this is really horrible!" Monica rolled her eyes. "First thing you can do…get this marriage broken up."

"Done and done!" Chandler exclaimed.

"Well…not quite…we have to actually get the divorce first," Rachel reminded him.

"Ross, do you have a divorce lawyer?" Phoebe asked innocently.

"Oh, ha ha…and anyway guys, you don't need to get a divorce."

"Uh, I think they do!" Monica said shrilly.

"No, that's not what I mean…you can just get an annulment."

"Ross, I know what they did was bad, but I don't think surgery is necessary," Joey said shaking his head.

"Okay! An annulment! That sounds good, we can do that!" Chandler looked at Monica with pleading eyes once more. "Sweetie…do you want some breakfast?"

"No…I've kinda lost my appetite…something about the man I love marrying my best friend kinda takes it away. I'm going upstairs to my room."

"You…you mean 'our room'?" Chandler said hopefully. Monica smiled at him.

"Thin ice Bing!" she hissed. "I'm still not happy with you, either of you! Just because I'm not murdering you two right now doesn't mean I've forgiven you! Now if you'll excuse me…" she turned and stalked over to the door.

"Mon, wait!" the remaining four watched the couple retreating figures, Monica desperately trying to ignore Chandler as he chased after her.

"Wow." Joey shook his head, then glanced around. "Where the hell is the waiter? I'm starving!"

"It's a buffet Joe," Ross said after a beat. Joey's eyes widened, and he leapt out of his chair eagerly.

"Oh, this is where I win all my money back!" they watched as he rushed over to the table, then glanced at one another.

"Oh god, I have so messed up this time! Monica is never going to forgive me," Rachel groaned.

"Come on Rach, I'm sure she'll get over it, I mean, it's only Chandler."

"What? Pheebs? It's not only Chandler, to her it's Chandler! She loves him! And, as usual, I swoop in and steal him away? This is so high school!"

"Rach, you didn't swoop him away, you only married him," Ross soothed.

"Yeah, because that is better! Well…I do like the thought of me being married but… Oh, I am so stupid! No, wait! You are so stupid!" she jabbed Ross in the chest with her finger.

"Ow! Hey!"

"If you had have come back up, Chandler would have gone downstairs, made up with Mon, and everything would have been fine!"

"Hey, then maybe you and Ross might have gotten married!" Phoebe exclaimed. Ross and Rachel stared at her. "What? You might have! I mean, you married Chandler!"

"She has a point Rach," Joey said, sitting back down with an enormous plate of food.

"So? That would have been better then marrying Chandler! I'm sure! I mean, if I married Ross it would be all laughter and 'oh, good times, good times'! I wouldn't care; I certainly wouldn't get upset about it."

"Yeah." Ross rolled his eyes, causing Rachel to glare at him.

"I wouldn't! I would laugh about it! Be a great story to tell the kids…which, by the way, I don't mean our kids! We aren't having any kids' bucko!" she insisted before anyone could say anything. "What I'm trying to say is this is all your fault Ross! Where the hell did you get to last night?"

"Well…I went down to get some cards and this…this woman said she liked my name," Ross murmured.

"What? How did she know your name?" Joey asked.

"Well, it was written on my forehead…anyway, she said she liked my whiskers too…one thing led to another…"

"Oh my god Ross!" Rachel shook her head, and buried her face into her hands. "Oh, this is the worst vacation ever!"

There was a short silence, which was broken by Phoebe.

"Okay, London, 1."