Friends Forever
'No, Chandler! That's not how you fold the napkins!' Monica lectured, snatching a gold embroidered napkin out of her clumsy husband's hand.
'Actually, Monica, that's how I fold the napkins,' he joked.
'OK, fine, I'll do it,' Monica sighed, 'but you better go wash up. The guests will go be here any minute.' Chandler made his way to the TV room, where there was the sounds of roaring fans and thudding of feet. 'Chandler!' He reluctantly trudged upstairs.
Almost that precise moment, the doorbell rang. 'All right, all right, in a minute, I'm coming!' she fumed. 'Erica, you get it!'
A pair of blonde plaits and dark blue eyes solemnly nodded and opened the front door. 'Happy Thanksgiving,' she grunted to the guests, a trio of brown hair, dinosaur-patterned sweatshirts and newly-pierced ears, unenthusiastically.
'Well, hi there little, uh…' the brown hair, also known as Ralph Lauren executive Rachel Green, trilled.
'Erica,' she muttered angrily.
'What was that, sweetie?' Rachel asked, forcing a smile.
'Never mind,' Erica sighed, rolling her eyes at each one as they came in.
'Rachel!' Monica squealed excitedly.
'Monica!' Rachel squealed back.
'Hi, so what's up with you?' Monica queried.
'I'm well, how are you?' Rachel replied, nodding.
'Well, we've got hormones and bad jokes, so I don't know.' Monica joked, staring at various family members.
'Oh, so that explains the lovely greeting at the door.' Rachel laughed, a big grin planted on her face.
'I'm not deaf, you know!' Erica yelled, stomping up to her room.
Chandler then ambled in. 'Chandler, I thought I told you to wash up,' Monica pressured.
'Oh, yeah,' he replied, a look of confusion on his face.
'Chandler, man, great to see you!' exclaimed Ross, reaching out for a hug that lasted about five seconds too long. 'We should stop.'
'Yeah.'
Ring! shrieked the doorbell. 'All right, I'm coming, I'm coming!'
