Pictionary

Ever wondered what was the referred to 'Pictionary Incident'? Well he's my version of events.

Set around season 1.

CHAPTER 1 REVISED!

AN: I'm having problems uploading new fics, which is fustrating coz they are all written I just need to post them. After 2 days I managed to get this one up. Don't worry, chapter 2 is written and when lets me I'll upload it!

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Friday night.

"Guys guess what!" Joey came running through the door of the girls' apartment. "I got pictionary!" He said excitedly before anyone could hazard a guess.

"Come on lets play."

"Not now Joey." Monica said, "dinner's nearly ready.

"Oh come on…" Joey moaned "We can play and eat."

"We'll play after dinner Joe." Ross said.

"Why can't we play and eat?" Phoebe asked. "Sound like fun, it's that or Ross moaning about his divorce."

"Thanks Pheebs." Ross sarcastically said.

"You're welcome." Phoebe replied, patting him on the head.

"Dinner first." Monica firmly said.

"Wow." Chandler said under his breath, conveniently loud enough for Monica to hear.

"What was that?" She asked.

"Nothing." Chandler innocently said.

"Come on Chandler, you got something to say then say it." Monica demanded.

"I'm just surprised." Chandler said shrugging his shoulders.

"Why?"

"Because you, Monica, are turning down a chance to win at something."

"Dude!" Ross said and slapped Chandler on the arm.

A grin appeared on Joey's face while Rachel and Phoebe chuckled.

"Yeah Monica, I think I can whip your ass at Pictionary." Joey challenged.

Monica's eyes grew wide and Ross put his face in his hands.

"Okay buddy, you want to challenge ME? Didn't I humiliate you enough whipping YOUR ass at fuseball!

"So it's time for a rematch!" Joey countered.

"Okay!" Monica snapped. "You get that game set up on the coffee table. I'll sort out dinner." She ordered.

They all crowded around the coffee table and started to play the game. They had decided to have 2 teams, girls v. boys.

At first it was rather civilised, however when the girls started dragging behind the game started to get heated.

"Chandler you are cheating!" Monica yelled

"What! I am not!" Chandler protested.

They stood up and faced each other, neither willing to back down.

"Yuh huh, I saw you mouth the answer to Ross."

"You just can't stand to loose. We're wiping the floor with you!"

"You are not!" Monica screamed back.

Chandler grinned, "well what's holding you back Monica," he teased, "I mean we're 3 moves away from the Finish square." He pointed at the game board, "and you are…" he pointed to about 20 squares behind on the board. "Way, way behind."

"Well if we picked teams rather me stuck with Rachel and Phoebe then it would be a fair game." Monica defended.

"Hey!" Rachel and Phoebe said offended.

"Excuses, excuses." Chandler muttered, driving Monica even further. She started to pace around, cleaning up plates and glasses that are scattered around.

"Y'know what Chandler, if you think you are so much better than me then how bout you and me play against each other?" She challenged.

Chandler rolled his eyes. "Monica its pictionary, you have to have at least 3 people to play." Chandler walked into the kitchen, enjoying watching Monica get all competitive.

"I assumed you KNEW the rules Monica," he paused to take in Monica's reddening face. "I mean I don't think I wanna play with someone who doesn't know the rules."

Monica stopped in her tracks and turned towards Chandler.

"Are you saying I don't know the rules?" She angrily asked.

"Weren't YOU the one you wanted a one-on-one game of pictionary?"

"Urghh… Chandler you are…" Monica raised her hands, which each had a death grip on a plate and glass, in frustration. It happened so quick that Monica stood still, confused, until chaos hit. The plate in her right hand had slipped and flew across the room as Monica was gesturing. The plate found its unsuspecting target and hit Chandler hard on the forehead.

"Opps." Was all Monica said as Chandler dropped to the ground, out cold.

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