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"But I don't want to go out on a double-date!" Rachel protested.
"Ohhh come on, Rach. You haven't had ANY fun since you broke up with Joey. You can't stay around the apartment all day, eating Rocky Road ice cream," Monica insisted.
"Why not? It tastes good," Rachel said as she reached for her trusty carton of Rocky Road.
"No, Chandler and I want you to go out with us tomorrow night. We'll have so much fun. You'll see," Monica said as she took the ice cream from Rachel and placed it back inside the freezer.
"You're no fun, Monica!" Rachel exclaimed. "In fact, you suck!"
"Who sucks?" Chandler asked as he walked into the apartment.
"Your wife!" Rachel cried out. "She sucks big-time!"
Chandler grinned as he walked over to the fridge and withdrew the carton of Rocky Road ice cream. "Who's been eating all my ice cream?" he whined.
"It was Rachel. She ate ALL of it!" Monica responded.
"Why? Why are you staying in our apartment?" Chandler asked Rachel brokenly. "You eat all our ice cream. You run around moping and crying. And you spend hours in the bathroom... shaving your legs!"
"I do not!" Rachel cried out defensively. "And besides, I am only here because Joey and I got into a fight and-."
"All the more reason to go out on that double-date with us tomorrow night," Chandler encouraged. "You need to get out... have fun... and let your hair down."
"But I HATE blind dates," Rachel complained.
"You'll love this one," Chandler told her with a wink.
"Alright. Whatever. I will go out on your stupid double-date... but if the guy sucks, I'm gonna punch him."
Chandler and Monica passed each other secret looks. They were quietly laughing behind Rachel's back.
"Hey, what's going on? What are you not telling me?" Rachel asked when she saw them snickering.
"Uhhh nothing... nothing," Chandler replied.
"It was something! TELL ME!" Rachel insisted.
She glared at Monica and demanded she spill the beans. "Chandler and I refuse to discuss our sex life in front of you," Monica said quickly.
"Ewww... ohhhh my God! I have already seen ENOUGH since I have moved in here with you guys! I am traumatized for life after your late-night romps on the table where we all have breakfast!" Rachel exclaimed.
"Well, this is our apartment... and I do have needs," Chandler said with a little grin.
"He's an animal," Monica said as she put all the blame on Chandler.
"You're the one who ripped off my shirt and demanded I pleasure you!" Chander cried out.
"Will you two stop it? Sheeesh! If I have to hear this stuff on the date tomorrow night, I am gonna lose my lunch! Then what will my date think?" Rachel demanded.
"Does this mean you'll go with us on the date?" Monica asked hopefully.
"Well, I guess..." Rachel said hesitantly. "As long as he isn't old and bald... and he doesn't smell bad..."
Chandler was cracking up. "I promise he isn't old... or bald... or smelly. He's going to be everything you want... and everything you need."
"How can you be so sure?" Rachel asked.
"Trust me," Chandler replied with a smirk.
TBC...