"So what's the plan?" Joey was asking.
"We'll make room!" Rachel said dismissively.
Chandler's brows went up. "Uh, actually, this is an all-expenses-paid trip; I...I was kind of hoping to take full advantage of the benefits."
"What benefits?" Joey asked.
"Whatever we want! I was thinking of staying in a luxury hotel."
"I thought you came all this way to see us," Ross said.
"Oh, we did. We did, buddy, but...but how often am I going to get to live like a king?"
"Very often, if you marry a rich girl," Monica said, and pulled back Ross' sleeve to reveal a flashy gold Rolex. "What was this, ten grand?"
"Actually, it was only seven," Rachel interrupted.
All astonished eyes went to Rachel.
"So, Chandler, still smoking?" Rachel asked quickly.
"Are you kidding me?" Phoebe asked. "People are stealing clothing and food, and you just spent seven grand on a stupid watch?"
"Wh-It was on sale! Stop looking at me like that," she added, when Phoebe just gazed at her.
Phoebe turned to Chandler, who awkwardly met her eyes. "Can I stay with you in the hotel?" she asked him.
"Pheebs, no," Rachel began.
"What? Maybe I just want your life for a night." Phoebe pulled her phone out of her pocket. "I'll call a cab," she murmured, and drifted away from the car.
Monica jumped in. "Uh, okay, everyone who's coming to Rachel's place, get in now and shut up."
Emma stood by and watched as Joey, Monica, Ben, and her parents boarded the Camaro. "It's like a clown car," she muttered, before she got in next to her stepbrother.
Rachel, sitting in Ross' lap, asked, "Mon, are you really not going with Chandler?"
"I've been with him every day since we got married, we're good."
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Phoebe's face was lit up as she walked in front of Chandler down a narrow, elegant hall. "Wow! This is amazing! Even I'll live like a king tonight."
Chandler walked behind her, lost in thought. Why had Monica left him? Had he done something?
Phoebe unlocked and opened the door to their suite and they walked into the room - and stopped at the sight of the single bed.
Chandler caught her gaze and nervously twiddled his thumbs. "I can sleep on the floor," he finally offered.
"Don't be silly; it's your freebie trip, too. We're friends. Good friends."
Chandler nodded, wishing she was as uncomfortable with the idea as was he.
"Anyway, Vegas is on the house and it's pretty much right outside, so we don't have to go to bed yet." She raised her eyebrows suggestively.
"Ah, that's true! We can gamble for the price of not gambling."
"We can room service the crap out of this place, and it won't cost us a cent."
"Very true, very true." Chandler wandered to the shelves and began perusing. "Liar Liar, Pulp Fiction, Titanic - I feel like I'm in the '90s again."
"Liar Liar's pretty good."
"So, you want to do that then? Stay in and watch a movie?"
"Sure. Tomorrow's a whole new day."
Chandler turned and hovered at the DVD player. "Well, this isn't from the '90s. What is this thing? What happened to good old videocassette players?"
Phoebe brushed him aside and worked like a pro. In less than a minute the credits were running. Chandler looked at her in surprise.
"What?" she asked innocently. "It's called evolution. What are you, a pioneer?"
"Yes!" he vehemently insisted. "And up until a moment ago, so were you!"
Phoebe smiled. "There's a lot you don't know about me."
"Huh." Chandler sat next to her. "You sure we're good friends?"
Phoebe paused the movie. "Hang on, I want a snack with this." She got up and moved to the phone. "Want anything?"
"Yes, uh, I'll have a salad, a sandwich...and a videocassette player."
Phoebe shrugged and picked up the phone. "I'll ask, but I don't know if they'll bring it."