OH! DARLING | joey tribbiani

twenty four

"I win!" Quinn exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air as Chandler and Phoebe groaned in annoyance. The trio were playing card games in Monica and Rachel's living room while Ross was sat at the kitchen table doing God knows what.

Chandler was shuffling the cards to start a new game when the phone rang, Ross answering it. Quinn didn't pay much attention to what he was saying, she was more focused on the cards she was being handed, although she did hear Ross say something along the lines of "and the Sunshine Band", so that would mean the guy Rachel met at the movies was the caller.

"Hey, who's this Casey?" Ross asked his friends as he went to put the note he had written down for Rachel on the fridge.

"Oh, some guy she met at the movies," Phoebe answered him.

"Really? What uh, what does he want with her?"

"Well, I'm guessing he wants to do a little dance," Chandler said and Quinn, seeing where he was going, went along with the joke.

"You know, make a little love," she continued, trying her hardest not to snicker.

"Well, pretty much get down tonight," Chandler finished, sending a subtle wink to the redhead for joining his joke.

Ross nodded his head and, in a bit of famous Ross-jealousy, removed the paper with the note from the fridge and instead stored it in the cabinets above. Quinn glared at him, not saying any words but her eyes told Ross that he was in no place to do this to Rachel.

The man anxiously gulped under her stare before trying to defend himself. "I don't know, I don't get... I don't get it. I mean, like three months ago Rachel and I were this close, right? Now what, I'm taking messages from guys she meets at the movies?"

"Serves you right for making that list," Quinn said, arms crossed over her chest, but was ignored as Ross continued rambling.

"This Casey should be taking down my messages, you know? Or Rachel and I should be together and we should get some kind of message service."

"Hang in there, it's gonna happen," Phoebe comforted him.

"And how do you know that?"

"Because she's your lobster," the blonde answered, as if it were obvious.

"His lobster?" Quinn questioned.

"Yeah, just like Joey is yours."

"Joey is not my lobster," the redhead was very fast to deny the claim. "What even do you mean?"

"Stop talking, she's going somewhere," Chandler shushed his neighbour.

"Come on you guys, it's a known fact that lobsters fall in love and mate for life," Phoebe explained. "And you know what, you can actually see old lobster couples walking around their tank holding claws, like..." and she proceeded to demonstrate with her hands what she was talking about.

"Joey is not my lobster," Quinn repeated, but the deep blush on her cheeks told her friends something else.

Before any of them could voice their suspicions of her claim, Monica came out of the bathroom, towel around her hair.

"Hey, you feeling better?" Chandler got up to ask her.

"Yeah, I think that fifth shower actually got the interview off me," the brunette answered.

"Men are so gross," Quinn scrunched up her face as she recalled Monica's job interview in her head.

"So, do you have any other possibilities?" Phoebe asked her friend.

"Oh yeah, there is the possibility that I won't make rent," Monica answered, closing the door of the fridge.

"Monica, if you want, I can lend you some money," Ross offered his sister.