Attraction…x2

Okay, so I type in 'tug' into the ff.net dictionary, and it comes up with the thesaurus…and I read it over, and I see attraction. So, I'm sitting there thinking…not fatal…but…TIMES TWO! * hugs Jenni *…not me, JenniGellerBing. I'm still laughing at the title…Oh yeah, this is the new one I mentioned at the end of Smoke * cough * ifyouhaven'treaditgonow * cough * I'm going to tread along the lines of humorous and serious…

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters…if I did, there would be a lot more interdating…Oh yeah, and though this takes a semi-humorous look at bisexuality, I am not trying to offend or tease. In fact, this may be of help to those who are confused. And may I say, I've been there before…

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"Come on Monica! You have to celebrate!" Rachel yelled, "You've just turned 25! Come on!"

"But Rach, I don't think you understand, I don't want to celebrate! I don't want to be old!"

"You're not old!"

"Easy for you to say! You're still 24 for another month!"

"I know," Rachel answered smugly, "Now let's go get you all sexy-ed up! Lots of men at the bar!"

Rachel's excitement started to rub off of Monica, "Alright, alright! Gosh, don't push!"

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Rachel stepped back and eyed Monica. She had dressed her best friend up in a tight red tube top with cute ties on the sides and a short black sequined skirt. Her feet donned black strappy high-heeled sandals and showed her bright red toenails. Her hair was done up in a simple, but effective, half ponytail and her make-up was subtle, highlighted with super glossy lip-gloss.

"Turn for me," Rachel commanded.

Monica did so, adding in some model like flares.

"You look great!" Rachel laughed.

"Thank you! Now, for you!"

Monica pulled out a cute light pink tank top, Rachel's finest push-up bra and a darker pink-stripped skirt.

"No, Monica…Take a look at this!" Rachel exclaimed, pulling out a teal beaded halter and a short black skirt with a heart stitched detail on the side.

"Rachel! When did you get that?!"

"When you were at work." Rachel grinned, "What do you think?"

"I LOVE IT! And I am so borrowing it when you're not wearing it."

Rachel scoffed jokingly, "Who said it would fit you?"

Monica mocked anger and lunged at Rachel, pushing her onto the bed, "You better hurry it up Rach, or I'm going to leave without you!" And she ran out of the room laughing.

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"Oh my gosh," Rachel breathed, "You'd think it was everyone's 25th birthday here!"

Monica and Rachel were standing outside of one of New York's most famous bars. Even the line to go in looked expensive.

"Oh my God Rach, look over there." Monica whispered, pointing at two guys standing a few people ahead of them.

"Wow, I like the guy with darker hair, though, he's shorter isn't he?"

"I don't know, I haven't really looked at him. I like the taller guy. I think he has blue eyes."

"Really? I think I might switch then!"

"Hey! You keep to your own!" Monica joked, slapping Rachel on the arm.

"Oh! Feel the air!" Rachel cracked as they found themselves moving towards the entrance.

They found themselves slipping past the security guards and inside a bustling room. Inside, Rachel led them straight to the bar. They made their orders, and sat, sipping at their drinks, moving to the music until the bartender slipped them two more drinks.

"They're from two guys. I don't know who they are, but they wanted me to give these to you." He said.

"Oh my gosh Monica!" Rachel squealed, "Do you think it's from those two guys we saw in the line up?"

"I don't know, but I sure do appreciate more alcohol!" Monica answered, half-serious, half-joking.

The girls spent about another 20 minutes, finishing off their drinks before heading out to the dance floor. They mingled with some people, but mainly danced with each other, laughing and singing along with the songs. A few people had come up to them, asking them to dance and they did so, regardless the gender. But however far they were separated from each other, they always managed to find their way back.

About three hours and 3 drinks later, Monica and Rachel were about to leave. Just as they got to the door, they heard someone asking them a question.

"Hey!" Someone called out, "You aren't going to even thank the guys who gave you drinks?"

Monica and Rachel both turned around. And there they were. Tall blue-eyed guy, and shorter brown hair guy. They turned to each other and burst out laughing.

"We'd love to, but our cab's here!" Monica shouted out.

"Oh come on, you can come home with us." The dark brown hair guy answered.

The guys pushed their way to the girls. "Chandler," the tall guy said as he stuck out his hand, "I bought you those drinks," he said, winking at Monica.

Rouge filled Monica's cheeks, and it wasn't from the alcohol. "Thanks," she said, taking his hand. "Monica."

"Nice to meet you Monica. Now, will you care to dance?" Chandler tried again, playing with the ties on her shirt.

"Like I said, I'd love to, but I think our cab's waiting outside."

"Are you sure that's the reason? Oh, I'm Joey by the way."

"Pleased to meet you Joey. I'm Rachel." She smiled at him but said, "Monica's right. Our cab's outside."

"Hey, don't be afraid to tell us! We dance with your type!"

"Our type?" Monica asked, confused.

"Yeah!" Joey answered, obviously drunk, "Oh wait, you're not lesbians? You mean, you're not a couple?"

"HA! I win Joe." Chandler smirked, "I told him you guys, I mean girls, were bisexual."

"What?!" Monica and Rachel questioned in unison.

"We are not bisexual, and especially not lesbians!" Rachel defended.

"Hey, no need to get upset. Nothing wrong with liking girls…we do." Joey winked.

"Well, boys, sorry to spoil your fantasy, but we've got to get going. Thanks for the drinks!" Monica waved as she and Rachel ran out the door.

Chandler and Joey just looked at each other, shrugged, and went back onto the dance floor.

Hey…there's the first chapter. Kinda short, but I just wanted to establish basically who's going to be in the story, and kind of set it up. I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a review!