OH! DARLING | joey tribbiani

thirty six

"Oh hey Chandler," Quinn greeted her friend as the two approached the front door of their apartment building at the same time but coming from opposite directions.

"Funny seeing you here," Chandler joked, opening the door for her. "How was work?" He asked.

"Urgh, boring," the redhead answered, going for the stairs leading to their apartments. "Most of it was spent sitting around the conference table as everyone argued about which models to hire for the big photoshoot of the issue we're planning."

"Huh, if my day at work was spent talking about models, that would be the least boring day of work of my entire life," Chandler remarked from behind her.

Quinn rolled her eyes. "How about you?" She sent the question back to him.

"Oh, you know, same old," the man sighed. "At least your job is fun, even if you don't account the models. You never do the exact same photoshoot twice, it's always something different."

"Yeah, I wouldn't be able to do something else," Quinn admitted. "Back when I was a student, the mere thought of working an office job made me wanna jump out of a window."

"I don't blame you," Chandler said as they finally reached their floor. The two went to the boys' apartment, only to find it covered with planks of wood everywhere, giving a run for its money to the hardware store a few blocks down.

"Hey," the two said to Joey who greeted them back, focused on measuring a piece of wood in the living room.

"So what happened? Did a forest tick you off?" Chandler asked his roommate.

Joey glanced at him before answering. "No. You know how we're always saying we need a place for the mail?"

Chandler walked further in his apartment, going around the planks of wood, with Quinn on his tail. He looked around, taking in the extent of Joey's wood shop. "Yeah?"

"Well, I started building one," the actor said simply. "But then, I decided to take it to the next step."

"You're building a post office?" Chandler joked.

"No, an entertainment unit with a mail cubby built right in. It's a one-day job max."

"Okay."

Joey then walked to measure the planks of wood laying on the foosball table, revealing to his best friend and his girlfriend the pair of jeans he was wearing.

"My word, those are snug!" Chandler remarked.

Quinn hummed in agreement, her eyes never leaving her boyfriend's ass.

"Oh yeah, these are my old work pants," he told them. "Sergio Valente."

"And why have I never seen those jeans before?" Quinn asked lustfully, walking over to him and hooking her fingers in his belt loops, pulling him flush against her.

"Because I'm an idiot," Joey answered, leaning in closer to his girlfriend, like a moth drawn to a flame, as his hands landed on her cheeks to bring her in a breathtaking greeting kiss. "Hi," he smiled when their mouths separated.

"Hi," she greeted him back, all giggly.

A loud thud interrupted their moment and the two turned to look towards Chandler's room, where the sound came from. Their best friend appeared through the doorstep with a shocked look on his face, probably due to the bottom of the door that still remained in place in the frame.

"Power saw kind of got away from me there," Joey explained sheepishly and Quinn chuckled while Chandler fake laughed, annoyed by the state of his door.

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