Later, when Monica went back across the hall to tell the guys that dinner was ready, she made sure to knock, very loudly, and wait for the door to be opened by Chandler, who thankfully was fully dressed.
Monica tried not to look at him in a weird way. "Hey, you guys are coming to dinner, right?"
"Yeah, sure." He called back to Joey, who was sitting in a chair looking at Chandler's high school yearbook, "Joe, come on, it's time for dinner."
"Okay," he reluctantly put away the yearbook and joined them.
The whole gang arrived at Monica and Rachel's for dinner, and it seemed like any old night talking with their friends, except for Monica's intimate knowledge of Joey and Chandler's sex life. She found the whole dinner surreal, and privately wondered whether she ought to tell the guys that she knew, or find some way to nudge them into revealing their secret activities.
By the time dinner was over, Monica remained undecided.
Just then, Rachel pulled her aside and discreetly pointed to Joey and Chandler, who sat together on the couch. "Look at that!" she whispered to Monica. "Aren't they cute?"
Monica nodded. Joey's arm was around Chandler's shoulders, or rather the back of the couch behind him, and Chandler in turn occasionally touched Joey or glanced at him while he was talking to the group.
***
After everybody headed home, Monica started up the conversation with Rachel again. "Hey Rach, let me ask you something. What if Joey and Chandler were really doing it? Do you think they'd tell anybody?"
"Hmm. Interesting question, Mon." She shrugged. "I don't know. Chandler's kind of uptight about his gay dad, you notice? And Joey's from a big Catholic family. Who knows if he'd view screwing Chandler any differently than screwing lots of girls? Heck, who knows if they're really doing it or not?"
"I guess."
"What's with all the questions today?"
"Oh, nothing," she dismissed her interest. "I was just thinking about you and Ross together. Me and Richard. Maybe Joey and Chandler could be a couple too. Then there'd be just Phoebe left to find somebody, you know?"
"You're such a romantic. But when you think about it, even if they were doing each other, Joey and Chandler might not be a 'couple' couple; they might just be sex buddies, using each other as a convenience when they're not dating women."
"You think? What about how cute they are, and the way they're always touching and looking at each other? What about how much they missed each other when Joey moved out?"
"Sure we see it, but the guys? Who knows?"
"No," Monica shook her head, unconvinced by Rachel's argument. "Joey can get a date any night of the week; he doesn't have long dry spells like Chandler. So if Joey ever crossed the line with him, it would have to be as more than just a sex buddy, don't you think?"
"Maybe." Rachel shrugged, losing interest in the hypothetical situation.
Monica reluctantly gave the questions a rest and went to bed to sleep on her dilemma.
Monica tried not to look at him in a weird way. "Hey, you guys are coming to dinner, right?"
"Yeah, sure." He called back to Joey, who was sitting in a chair looking at Chandler's high school yearbook, "Joe, come on, it's time for dinner."
"Okay," he reluctantly put away the yearbook and joined them.
The whole gang arrived at Monica and Rachel's for dinner, and it seemed like any old night talking with their friends, except for Monica's intimate knowledge of Joey and Chandler's sex life. She found the whole dinner surreal, and privately wondered whether she ought to tell the guys that she knew, or find some way to nudge them into revealing their secret activities.
By the time dinner was over, Monica remained undecided.
Just then, Rachel pulled her aside and discreetly pointed to Joey and Chandler, who sat together on the couch. "Look at that!" she whispered to Monica. "Aren't they cute?"
Monica nodded. Joey's arm was around Chandler's shoulders, or rather the back of the couch behind him, and Chandler in turn occasionally touched Joey or glanced at him while he was talking to the group.
***
After everybody headed home, Monica started up the conversation with Rachel again. "Hey Rach, let me ask you something. What if Joey and Chandler were really doing it? Do you think they'd tell anybody?"
"Hmm. Interesting question, Mon." She shrugged. "I don't know. Chandler's kind of uptight about his gay dad, you notice? And Joey's from a big Catholic family. Who knows if he'd view screwing Chandler any differently than screwing lots of girls? Heck, who knows if they're really doing it or not?"
"I guess."
"What's with all the questions today?"
"Oh, nothing," she dismissed her interest. "I was just thinking about you and Ross together. Me and Richard. Maybe Joey and Chandler could be a couple too. Then there'd be just Phoebe left to find somebody, you know?"
"You're such a romantic. But when you think about it, even if they were doing each other, Joey and Chandler might not be a 'couple' couple; they might just be sex buddies, using each other as a convenience when they're not dating women."
"You think? What about how cute they are, and the way they're always touching and looking at each other? What about how much they missed each other when Joey moved out?"
"Sure we see it, but the guys? Who knows?"
"No," Monica shook her head, unconvinced by Rachel's argument. "Joey can get a date any night of the week; he doesn't have long dry spells like Chandler. So if Joey ever crossed the line with him, it would have to be as more than just a sex buddy, don't you think?"
"Maybe." Rachel shrugged, losing interest in the hypothetical situation.
Monica reluctantly gave the questions a rest and went to bed to sleep on her dilemma.