"Hey, It's me." The bartender says into the phone. "He's here again. (pause) Alright, see ya in a bit."

Chance arrives at the bar approximately 15 minutes after getting a call from his friend, who is the bartender here.

The loud music, cigarette smoke and loud talking greeting him as he opens the door and walks in.

His eyes quickly scanning the crowd before walking up to the bar.

"Where is he?" He asks his friend.

His friend, the bartender, sighs and points to the end of the bar.

There he sat, in all his glory, surrounded by beer bottles and slowly puffing on a cigarette, was Chance's best friend, Tim.

Chance rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he walks down to the end of the bar.

"Hey, Timmy." Chance says as he sits down on the bar stool next to his drunken friend.

"Hey mannn, Waz zup?" Tim slurs as he looks around at Chance with glassy unfocused eyes.

"So, Uh, what are you doing?" Chance asks as he pushes some of the beer bottles away.

"I just...(hiccups) I just came in... in for a beer. Just one." Tim says holding up a finger and leaning into Chance.

The beer on Tim's breath hitting him in the face.

"I think it's safe to say that you have had a few more than one." Chance says as he gently pushes Tim back to keep him from falling off the stool.

"I know, right?" Tim slurs as he tries to figure out which one of the three Chance's he's suppose to be talking too. "But... but alllll these nice folks." He says throwing his arm around pointing at the crowd. "They all started buying me beers. And...And you know (hiccups) know me, I'm a nice guy. Am I right?"

"The nicest." Chances answers with a smile.

"Right." Tim nods. "So I just couldn't tell them no. That... that would have ruuude." Leaning over on Chance again.

"How bout I take you home?" Chance says pushing another beer away.

"I got a beautiful girlfriend at home." Tim nods.

"Yes, you do and she's probably wondering where you are." Chance says with a smile.

"She's verrry sexy. Blond hair, blue eyes. Her name is...." Tim stops as if he was trying to remember. "Jennifer."

"It's Jenika." Chance chuckles.

(gasp) "Oh my God! I got two girlfriends?? Do (hiccups) they know... know about each other?" Tim asks with a drunken smirk.

"Your girlfriend is Jenika, not Jennifer." Chance tells him.

"But what happened to Jennifer?" Tim asks.

"Come on, Timmy Boy. Let's go home." Chance says, shaking his head as his friend the bartender laughs.

~~

"Oh Lord. Not again." Jenika says as she opens the door. 

"Hey beautiful." Tim slurs as he leans over to give her a kiss, but she places a hand on his chest and pushes him back.

"You smell like a brewery." Jenika says, shaking her head. "Chance, just put him on the couch and I'll get some blankets."

She turns and heads to the bedroom. She brings out a blanket and a pillow and shoves them into Tim's arms before heading back to the bedroom.

"But Jennifer." Tim whines.

"Oh sh*t!!" Chance says as he slaps his hand over Tim's mouth. But it was too late.

Jenika stops and slowly turns around. "What did you just call me?"

Chance quickly shakes his head. "He's drunk, Jenika. He doesn't know what he's saying."

She crosses her arms across her chest as she stares into the glassy, bloodshot, brown eyes of the man that she loves. 

"Move. Your. Hand. Adam Chance." She says sternly.

"I love you like a brother, Timothy. But you're on your own." Chance says as he moves his hand from Tim's mouth.

"My. Name. Is. Jen-i-ka." She says through gritted teeth.

"Oops." Tim chuckles covering his mouth. "Wrong one." He whispers loudly to Chance.

Chance closes his eyes and shakes his head, biting at his bottom lip.

"ON THE COUCH, TIMOTHY REGAN!! NOW!!!" Jenika yells pointing to the couch.

Tim stumbles backward but is caught by Chance before he falls.

"Are...Are you (hiccups) mad at me?" Tim asks innocently.

Jenika huffs and turns quickly on her heels heading to the bedroom.

"Chance, you're welcome to stay since it's so late. And Thank you for bringing him home." She politely says as she reaches the bedroom door.

"That's what friends are for." Chance says as he looks around at his best friend, already passed out on the couch. "Don't be mad at him, Jen."

"Oh, I'm not." She smiles. "He's the love of my life. I worry about his drinking sometimes though but as for the name slip up, I'm not mad. But when he thinks I'm mad, I have him eating out of my hand. Good night." She giggles.

~~

Jenika walks into the living room the next morning. Chance is sitting in the recliner with a cup of coffee watching television. Tim was gone from the couch and the blanket lay crumpled on the floor.

"Good morning." Jenika says as she glances down at the empty couch.

"Morning. I made some coffee, I hope you don't mind." Chance says.

"No of course not. Uh, where's Tim?" She asks.

"Bathroom." Chance says as he points. "He went in a hurry so I would imagine he's probably throwing up."

Jenika goes to the bathroom and quietly opens the door. The sight of her lover leaning over the toilet throwing up, broke her heart. She wanted to run to him but she had to act tough.

"How you feeling this morning?" She asks with a bit of sass as he was trying to catch his breath.

"Just shoot me, I'd feel better." He says with a gravelly voice.

"You ever call me Jennifer again, I'll grant your wish." She says as she leans against the door facing.

Tim runs a hand through his hair as he squints his bloodshot eyes trying to focus on his girlfriend.

"Who the hell is Jennifer?"

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*~*  TIM & CHANCE  *~*