OH! DARLING | joey tribbiani

thirty one

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Chandler, Monica, Joey and Quinn were lounging on the couch in Central Perk while Rachel worked her shift at the coffee house. Joey sat on the armrest, one foot resting on the couch behind Quinn with the redhead leaning against his propped up leg as she held the latest edition of Vogue open for them both to read. The pair were engrossed in their own little world until Monica and Chandler's fighting over the last banana nut muffin caught their attention.

"Give it to me," Monica asked of the man in an almost childish way.

"No."

"Give it to me!"

Chandler scoffed. "Okay, you can have it," and handed her the muffin but not before licking over it.

To retaliate, Monica grabbed the yellow cup of coffee on the table and licked all over its rim. "There you go, enjoy your coffee."

"That was there when I got here," Chandler said and started eating his muffin.

Rachel and Joey laughed at the two while Quinn shook her head. "I feel like I'm babysitting my neighbours all over again," she commented as she went back to reading her magazine.

Phoebe joined them at this moment, all excited. "Hey, you guys! You will never guess who's coming to New York."

Monica noticed Chandler trying to munch his bite of muffin faster so he could tell another one of his witty, sarcastic remarks. "Quick Phoebe, tell us before he can swallow."

"Okay," the blonde complied. "Ryan, that guy I went out with who's in the navy."

"You went out with a guy in the navy?" Rachel asked from behind Joey.

"Yeah, I met him when I was playing guitar in Washington Square Park. Ryan threw in salt water taffy 'cause he didn't have any change," she explained.

"Hey, is that when you wrote Salt Water Taffy Man?" Joey wondered.

"No!" Phoebe scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"I mean, it would've made sense," Quinn mumbled loud enough for Joey to hear as she leaned over and grabbed her mug of raspberry leaf tea off the table. Her period was supposed to begin next week so she was preparing herself for the unbearable pain she would be subjugated to.

"No, he is my submarine guy," Phoebe specified. "He resurfaces every couple of years and we have the most amazing three days together, only this time he's coming for two weeks. Two whole weeks, which means, yay!"

"Good for you Pheebs," Quinn told her after taking a sip of her tea.

"So, wait, this guy goes down for like two years at a time?" Rachel asked.

Chandler groaned, once again not being able to make a joke because of his mouth full of muffin. Monica laughed at him. "That'll teach you to lick my muffin."

Ross walked in the café, his signature Depressed-Ross look on his face as he greeted his friends with a dull "hi".

"Oh no, what happened?" Joey asked him.

"I just spoke to Carol. Ben's got the chicken pox," he explained the reason for his mood to the group.

"Oh no," they all sighed empathetically.

"So if you haven't already had it, the chances are you're gonna get it," the father informed them.

"Well, I've had it," Rachel said. One by one, Joey, Quinn, Monica and Chandler all confirmed they also had it and turned to Phoebe who sat in the green armchair.