Author's Note: Yay, I love reviews (as you may have guessed). Anyway, things get a bit worse now... Review please.
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John woke at 3am.
He hadn't spoken to Chas since their brief discussion about the kiss that afternoon, and had gone to bed early.
He turned over, the softness of his duvet brushing his bare torso and legs comfortably, and he wondered what had woken him up. Best just to go back to sleep, probably...
Then he heard it. A woman giggling in the next room.
He sat bolt upright, chest rising and falling rapidly. Someone had broken in! Then... then another idea occured to him, one which made his heart wilt. Chas... and a woman... no...
John staggered out of bed, sparing no thought for the fact he was only in his boxers, and hurried to the door, wrenching it open, speeding to the kitchen, then freezing.
In the half-light, he could make out the voluptuous outline of a blonde woman. She was dressed only in a silky blue slip, black high heeled shoes and a trenchcoat abandoned on the floor. And the worst thing? Chas had her pushed up against the counter, trailing kisses along her collarbone, one hand on her thigh.
The woman noticed John first. Her blue eyes fell on him and her red mouth opened in surprise. "Chandler, Chandler, baby, there's someone here," she said huskily to Chas.
Chas laughed. "It's Chas... Chas Kramer, asshole..." he slurred.
Great, Chas was fucking drunk. John didn't know if that made it better or worse. All he knew was that his heart ached as he stood, frozen, horrified.
"Baby, look," urged the woman.
"Chantelle, honey, less... less words," Chas moaned.
She pushed him back a little as he lunged for her face. "There's a man!" she persisted.
"Yes, there is," said John, speaking for the first time. He addressed Chantelle. "Hi, my name's John, I'm not the nicest guy you'll ever meet and I'm seriously pissed off right now."
Chas froze.