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anythingdrabbleTitle: 'Little Brown Jug'
Fandom: Friends
Characters: Chandler Bing
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG (Warnings for aftermath of overdrinking)
Notes: Crossposted togenprompt_bingo
Summary: Everything else was to be determined.
Chandler awoke, cringing from the effort of being conscious.
"Hangover," he moaned to himself, regretting the resulting piercing pain in his skull.
Cautiously, he took stock. Eyes: Painful. Mouth? Tasting like stale booze, and deserving to be disowned by the rest of his face. Hands: Barely. Feet: Visible. Everything else was to be determined.
He felt like he'd crawled straight into the Little Brown Jug of the old song. And possibly nearly died within its confines.
"Don't let me drink like that again," he scolded himself as firmly as the aftermath would permit. "It's not worth this visit to Hell."
Fandom: Friends
Characters: Chandler Bing
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG (Warnings for aftermath of overdrinking)
Notes: Crossposted to
genprompt_bingoSummary: Everything else was to be determined.
Chandler awoke, cringing from the effort of being conscious.
"Hangover," he moaned to himself, regretting the resulting piercing pain in his skull.
Cautiously, he took stock. Eyes: Painful. Mouth? Tasting like stale booze, and deserving to be disowned by the rest of his face. Hands: Barely. Feet: Visible. Everything else was to be determined.
He felt like he'd crawled straight into the Little Brown Jug of the old song. And possibly nearly died within its confines.
"Don't let me drink like that again," he scolded himself as firmly as the aftermath would permit. "It's not worth this visit to Hell."
