Snap, Crackle, Pop! (Friends X Male Reader)

The One Where Ross Finds Out

[Opens to Monica and Rachel's apartment. Everyone, except Y/n and Chandler, are sitting at the couches, Chandler enters.]

Chandler: Okay, what is it about me? Do I not look fun enough? Is there something. . . repellent. . . about me?

Rachel: So, how was the party?

Chandler: Well it couldn't have been worse. A woman literally passed through me. Okay, so what is it, am I hideously unattractive?

Phoebe: No, you are not, you are very attractive. You know what, I go through the exact same thing. Every time I put on a little weight, I start questioning everything.

Chandler: Woah, woah, I've put on a little weight?

Phoebe: No, not weight... y'know, more like insulation.

Monica: Chandler, I'm unemployed and in dire need of a project. Ya wanna work out? I can remake you.

Chandler: Oh, you know, I would, but that might get in the way of my lying around time.

Monica: Please.

All: C'mon. Let her. Yeah.

Chandler: All right, Okay, all right. But if we put on spandex and my boobs are bigger than yours, I'm goin' home.

Phoebe: Your boobs are fine. look, I never should have said anything. Come here. Come here. (hugs Chandler but holds her hands apart behind his back) Oh, can't make.... hands... meet....

[Y/n enters]

Rachel: Y/n! How was the shift?

Y/n: Not much different. Had a customer with a different woman than before thought

Joey: Ooh, spicy-!

Monica: Did you say something?

Y/n: It's not really in the job description to say something. But I am on leave for a bit.

Chandler: Oh boy...

Ross: What? How come?

Y/n: Oh, I knocked that guy out.

All: What?!

Chandler: Honestly, not surprised.

Pheobe: Did I hear that correctly? Y/n Ravenwood got into a fight?

Monica: First I've heard of that. What about it set you off?

Rachel: Yeah, you've must've had a good reason.

Y/n: (sits down) I don't know. I remember my dad cheating on my mom, I'd always find him in the act.

Monica: No...Y/n, that's horrible.

Y/n: Yeah, but at least he gave me drinks for silence.

(Pause)

Monica: Drinks?

Y/n: Yeah...?

Ross: I, uh, what kind of drinks?

Y/n: (fumbles) They weren't really labeled per say-

Chandler: Oh my god! You were drinking alcohol!

Y/n: What?! No, it can't be!

Ross: I mean, that would explain your tolerance compared to us.

Joey: Dude, is that why you're a bartender? Cause you can taste it without being affected?

Y/n: (looks at his hands) I.. I don't know...
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