Drabble! Written purely for Amy (yvee-beth) who requested a Chanoey/beer story. Here ya go honey! Please read and review, ya'all!
Chandler could taste beer and ham sandwiches and he wondered whose lips it was from.
They had both been drinking and eating, so it could have been either, but this was one of those odd things that Chandler thought about during one of those odd times.
The beer had led to the kissing.
Didn't it always?
They'd been here twice before, only kissing, never anything more.
Never acknowledging it in the morning.
Neither of them had been fans of awkward silences.
But there was a shift in the mood tonight. Something new, different, and Chandler knew they would be acknowledging it in the morning, from their positions in Joey's bed.