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anythingdrabbleTitle: 'The Black Eye'
Fandom: Friends
Characters: Chandler Bing, Joey Tribbiani
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG (Warnings for mild innuendo)
Notes: Crossposted todrabble_zone
Summary: Chandler squeezed his eyes shut, picturing the scene unfolding.
"I wish there were a soap that could wash away hangovers," Chandler groaned, emerging from the shower. He pointed to a rather fancy shiner. "Would you happen to know how I got this, by the way?"
Joey winced, though not at the black eye. "Ooh. That was ugly. I mean, it would've been so funny, if you weren't my best friend."
"Joey!" Chandler waved at his scalp. "Brain imploding! Talk faster!"
"Yikes! Okay, okay. Sorry, man. Anyway, it was wild. You got really drunk at the bar last night, and spotted this hot chick." He hefted his hands in front of his chest, implying the presence of a sizeable bosom on the woman in question. "You walked up to her, like some cowboy outta one of those corny old movies, and said, 'Howdy, ma'am. You must be the new sheriff in town.' Then you gestured to her boobs, and asked, 'Are those loaded?'"
"Ohh, God." Chandler squeezed his eyes shut, picturing the scene unfolding. "And she decked me?"
"No. But her boyfriend overheard you from over at the pool table, and he got pissed." Clicking his tongue, Joey shook his head grimly.
"Whoops. Built like a linebacker?"
"Kinda scrawny, actually."
Fandom: Friends
Characters: Chandler Bing, Joey Tribbiani
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG (Warnings for mild innuendo)
Notes: Crossposted to
drabble_zoneSummary: Chandler squeezed his eyes shut, picturing the scene unfolding.
"I wish there were a soap that could wash away hangovers," Chandler groaned, emerging from the shower. He pointed to a rather fancy shiner. "Would you happen to know how I got this, by the way?"
Joey winced, though not at the black eye. "Ooh. That was ugly. I mean, it would've been so funny, if you weren't my best friend."
"Joey!" Chandler waved at his scalp. "Brain imploding! Talk faster!"
"Yikes! Okay, okay. Sorry, man. Anyway, it was wild. You got really drunk at the bar last night, and spotted this hot chick." He hefted his hands in front of his chest, implying the presence of a sizeable bosom on the woman in question. "You walked up to her, like some cowboy outta one of those corny old movies, and said, 'Howdy, ma'am. You must be the new sheriff in town.' Then you gestured to her boobs, and asked, 'Are those loaded?'"
"Ohh, God." Chandler squeezed his eyes shut, picturing the scene unfolding. "And she decked me?"
"No. But her boyfriend overheard you from over at the pool table, and he got pissed." Clicking his tongue, Joey shook his head grimly.
"Whoops. Built like a linebacker?"
"Kinda scrawny, actually."
