This is just me kinda setting the scene and getting used to writing the characters. Does not have much to do with the whole hostage situation except for the Vegas part. Please tell me what you think about the characterizations! I'll continue if I think people are reading it hehe! :)
"God this week has just been the worst," Rachel sighed as she removed her apron and slumped into a chair at coffee perk near her friends. They were all sitting at their usual spot, arguing about some movie that Rachel had never even heard of.
"What's wrong Rach?" Ross asked, looking up from the newspaper he was reading, open on the crossword page as per usual. She wondered whether he ever bought the paper just to read it. Maybe it was some manly thing, like her compulsive need to shop.
"Well first I get set up on a blind date with a guy who spends all evening talking about the oxford comma, thank you for that by the way Chandler," she began, shooting daggers at her friend who was sitting on the sofa with his arm casually draped around Monica's shoulder, "Then, I get a rejection letter from another potential job, and finally I get a call from my dad saying he wants to come over next week to talk about my future in New York. I know this is just going to be another of those long 'you can't make it on your own' speeches that I really don't need at the moment."
She slumped forward angrily, her hands massaging her temples before she reached for a coffee cup sitting on the table in front of her. After a quick sip she spat it out, disgusted at the unusually bitter taste on her tongue.
"Ugh, what the hell is this?" she asked in disgust, glaring down at the coffee cup and wishing she had something sweet to wash it down with.
"Coffee. I understand why you'd be confused, working at a coffee house you must not deal with it often," Chandler replied sarcastically, before snatching the coffee cup back and taking a sip himself.
"It tastes different," she replied, sitting back and just wondering of some way she could cheer herself up. The only thing she could think of included a credit card, which unfortunately she had given up when she had first moved in with Monica in order to really become independent. God she was an idiot.
"Good, you mean?" Chandler drawled, laughing to himself until he caught the venomous look Rachel was giving him.
"Give her a break, Chandler, it's been a tough week," Monica chided him, before looking up guiltily, "but yeah the coffee is particularly good today, anyone know why that is?"
"The hot new waitress, I'd bet," Joey grinned, before once again gazing at the tall blonde beauty that was serving people behind the counter, "I think I'm going to get more coffee."
Rachel turned and gave the new girl another of the many glares she had deemed fit to give her that day. Gunther had hired her the week before but this was her first day, and she seemed to be pretty perfect at everything she did.
"Just another thing to add to my list of why this week sucks," Rachel moaned, " Everyone loves the new girl, she's pretty, funny, efficient, brings everyone the right order…and apparently she makes good coffee too."
"Well, at least you've still got Vegas," Ross muttered from behind his newspaper.
"Vegas?" Rachel asked in confusion before realising what he meant, "Of course, the weekend break!"
They were all going away to Vegas for the weekend, one of Joey's many sisters had an apartment there and was loaning it them. It would be a pretty tight squeeze in the two bedroom place but they had planned to bring a whole bunch of blankets with them to make up beds on the floor. Rachel smiled as she thought of her and her friends all spending a weekend in Vegas, joking around, going for drinks then spending all night together in the apartment. Of course, now she came to think about it that did not seem to be that different to what they normally did. But still, a change in scene would definitely suit her.
"Is it okay if I come over to yours a bit earlier, Mon?" Phoebe asked, "I have my suitcase right here, I had to leave early this morning because the fat guy living on top of me decided to invite a lady friend over last night. I thought the ceiling was going to collapse, it was terrible."
"Yeah sure, so everyone meet at mine at seven, okay?" Monica confirmed before getting up to get another amazing coffee from the new girl.
