[Scene: Central Perk. Alice is working, Natasha is drinking coffee.]
Natasha: Ali, why does my swizzel stick have an eraser?
[Alice checks behind her ear, and finds a swizzel stick. She takes the pencil out of Natasha's coffee.]
Alice: Oh! That's why. I'm sorry!
[Natasha puts her cup down in disgust.]
[Scene: Clint's job. Clint is typing data into his computer. One of his co-workers walks by.]
Woman: Clint.
Clint: Ms. Tedlock. You're looking lovely today. And may I say, that is a very flattering sleeve length on you.
Woman: Yeah. Well, Mr. Kostelick wants you to stop by his office at the end of the day.
Clint: Oh, listen. If this is about those prank memos, I had nothing to do with them. Really. Nothing at all. Really.
[Clint tries to hide a rubber chicken from the woman.]
[Scene: Central Perk. Everyone is there but Clint. Carol runs in, excitedly.]
Carol: Hey guys, guys! Clint's coming and he says he has, like, this incredible news, so when he gets here, we could all act like, you know...
[Clint comes in.]
Clint: Hey!
All: Hey!
Carol: Never mind. But it was going to be really good.
Jack: What's going on?
All: What is it?
Clint: So, it's a typical day at work. I'm putting in my numbers, and then big Al calls me into his office and tells me he wants to make me processing supervisor.
All: That's great!
Clint: So.... I quit.
All: Why?
Clint: Why? This was supposed to be a temp job!
Natasha: Uh, Clint... you've been there for five years.
Clint: If I took this promotion, it'd be like admitting that this is what I actually do.
Carol: So was it a lot more money?
Clint: It doesn't matter. I just don't want to be one of those guys that's in his office until twelve o'clock at night worrying about the WENUS.
[Everyone looks at him, confused.]
Alice: ... the WENUS?
Clint: Weekly Estimated Net Usage Statistics. A processing term.
Alice: [sarcastic] Oh. That WENUS.
Peter: So what're you going to do?
Clint: I don't know. That's the thing. I don't know what I want to do. I just know I'm not going to figure it out working there.
Carol: Oooh! I have something you can do! I have this new massage client... Steve? [pause] Anyway, he's opening up a restaurant and he's looking for a head chef.
Natasha: Um... hi there.
Carol: Hi! [turns back to Clint, then to Natasha] Oh, yeah, no, I know. You're a chef. I know, and I thought of you first, but um, Clint's the one who needs a job right now, so....
Clint: Yeah... I just don't have that much cheffing experience. Unless it's an all-toast restaurant.
Natasha: Yeah, yeah! Well, what kind of food is he looking for?
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𝑭.𝑹.𝑰.𝑬.𝑵.𝑫.𝑺. (Jack x Alice/side Natasha x Clint)
Fanfiction6 friends who go through just about every life experience imaginable together; love, marriage, divorce, children, heartbreaks, fights, new jobs and job losses and all sorts of drama. Dedicated in memory of James Michael Tyler for his role as Gunter...
