Chandler shut the bathroom door and surveyed the bombsite that was the living room. He smiled in spite of everything – if this was still Monica's flat she'd be going berserk right about now.
Focus, Chandler told himself, shaking his head! Now is so not the time to be making jokes. Chandler smiled again – he always made jokes, he just couldn't help himself! Chandler's mind started to wander and his brain reminded him once again that he needed to focus! This time Chandler did as he was told! He grabbed an old t-shirt and jogging pants out of the laundry basket and slung them on.
Now what? He considered cleaning up for all of five seconds and then decided that that could wait until tomorrow, he couldn't face it right now.
He looked at the clock, 2.30am – it was way too early to be trying to make sense of all this. Chandler groaned as he paced the apartment he didn't know what to do – what could he possibly do when he felt like crap and his best friend was asleep in his bed.
Then it hit him; coffee… coffee seemed like a plan. Chandler had never really known exactly why that was supposed to be a miracle hangover cure but it was the only plan he had right now and if it made him function like a normal human being (well as normal as Chandler could be) it could only be a good thing.
Chandler stumbled into the kitchen, filled the kettle with water and waited for it to boil. He pulled out a chair from under the table and sat down. His eyes drifted to his bedroom door and he fixated on it - he wondered what Joey would make of all this when he woke up. The kettle clicked and pulled Chandler out of his daze; he made his drink and then walked over to the barca-lounger where he sat down. He took a sip of the coffee and hoped it would help clear his head so he could start thinking rationally – nope, that wasn't going to happen, not whilst he knew Joey was asleep in his bed and, since when had Chandler ever, thought rationally. The whole reason he was in this mess was because he hadn't been thinking clearly when he'd taken Joey's advice, of all people, about Kathy.
Damn Joey and his stupid theory. Damn Kathy for cheating. Damn Nick and his stupid rock hard pecs.
Chandler sighed; damn yourself – it's your own stupid fault! If only he had just talked about his anxieties like a grownup with Kathy she'd still be his girlfriend, she'd never have slept with Nick and Chandler wouldn't be sitting alone in the middle of the night wondering whether he and Joey had… had done something seriously stupid!
Chandler groaned loudly; why did he have to get so drunk. He always did stupid things when he was drunk – he just hoped this time he hadn't done something that he really would regret and wouldn't be able to worm his way out of…