OH! DARLING | joey tribbiani

fifty three

Quinn recovered from her cold just in time for this Halloween party Jonathon had managed to get her and her friends invited to. It was located in a penthouse in Manhattan and to say all nine members of the friend group were flabbergasted by the grandiosity of it would be an understatement.

"So exactly how do you know someone living in this rich ass penthouse in Manhattan?" The redhead whispered to Jonathon as she took in the grandeur of the place, Joey's hand resting on her lower back while the rest of their gang had gone off in different directions.

"Remember that head of PR at Chanel Fashion I told you about?" Jonathon tried to freshen up his coworker's memory.

"The one who made you wear–"

"Yes, that one," he loudly interrupted her, not wanting the next words to come out of her mouth. "This is his place."

"This is what being head of PR at Chanel can get you?" Quinn gaped as her eyes roamed around again. "Tabarnak," she whispered in shock under her breath.

"I know right," Jonathon agreed, also taking a look around. "By the way, absolutely love the Lucy Westenra costume," he moved his index finger in a circle as he pointed to the red dress and cape the redhead wore.

"Thanks Jojo, it was actually Joey's idea," she motioned with her thumb to her boyfriend next to her.

"Been wanting to see her in that dress ever since we watched the movie last year," Joey admitted with a toothy grin. "Totally worth it," he added, checking out his girlfriend from head to toe for what wasn't the first time nor wouldn't be the last time of the night.

"Well, if you two end up sneaking out to have sex because you can't wait to get back home, I'd suggest the bathroom on the second floor," Jonathon suggested.

"Thank you Jonathon," Quinn called behind her in a humourless tone as she dragged Joey by the hand behind her.

Her boyfriend turned his head around to wink and send a thumbs up to Jonathon while mouthing a 'thank you'.

The redhead made her way to the kitchen, where a big bowl of red punch, bottles of alcohol and other refreshments and snacks were laid out on the kitchen island for the guests to serve themselves. Quinn set off to make herself a screwdriver cocktail while Joey grabbed himself a can of beer from an ice filled bucket.

After taking a cool sip of his drink, the actor moved behind Quinn, his free hand settling on her defined waist thanks to the dress. "You know," he whispered in her ear in a low voice, "I don't think I'll be able to wait until we get back home."

His breath fanning over her skin made her pleasantly shiver, but Quinn was set on playing hard to get tonight. She slightly turned her upper body to the side to face her boyfriend and kissed him passionately but shortly. "I'm sure you can do it," she said with a smile and patted his cheek before freeing herself from his grasp to disappear back into the crowd.

Quinn found her three girlfriends on the dance floor, well more like the open space in the living room area that had been designated as the dance floor. Rachel was dressed as Greaser Sandy from the movie Grease, Monica was Morticia Addams from The Addams Family and Phoebe was simply a witch. They all exchanged bright smiles when they noticed their redheaded friend approaching them.

"Joey couldn't keep it in his pants for more than five minutes upon arrival?" Monica asked her, loud enough to be heard over the music but not so loud that people outside of their little group heard her.

Quinn scoffed. "He might be but I've decided to play a little tonight, you know, make him wait a bit."

"Oh that trick always leads to amazing sex, good for you!" Phoebe told her, lightly squeezing the redhead's forearm.