"Okay." Joey pushed out the footrest of his chair. "We've got food, we've got beer, we've got ESPN."
Chandler pulled a bottle out of the cooler. "All set for our Olympic holiday."
"Yeah," Joey said. "We won't have to leave the apartment for two weeks."
"Unless we want to get laid."
Joey stared at the TV for a minute. Then he turned to Chandler and grinned. "Hey..."
"Oh, no. Don't even have that thought in the same city as me." Chandler raised his beer, stared at it, didn't drink. "You know, this whole experience is tainted now. You've tainted it."
"It wouldn't be real or anything." Joey gestured at Chandler with the remote. "Just like we were in jail or something."
"If we were in jail, I would pimp your ass out for cigarettes." Chandler grabbed the remote. "You're not allowed to hold things that are...you're not allowed to hold things anymore." He turned up the volume. "Now shut up and drink your beer. From a glass."
They watched the opening ceremonies for a few minutes.
"Joey?"
"What?"
"Ask me again when rhythmic gymnastics is on."
FINIS