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"Could I be wearing anymore clothes?"
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"Alright, they got water, orange juice, and what looks like cider." Joey pulled a mysterious glass out of the fridge.
"Taste it." Chandler looked up from the newspaper. Joey took a sip before putting it back inside
"Yup." He nodded his head and closed the door. "It's fat. I drank fat!" He put his hands on his hips.
"I know. I did that two minutes ago." Chandler went back to his newspaper.
"I watched him do that two minutes ago." I laughed.
"Hey." Ross came into Monica's apartment and shut the door behind him.
"Hey, Mr. Tux." Chandler greeted him.
"Why aren't you guys dressed?" Ross asked the three of us.
"We have a half hour." Joey waved it off.
"Four minutes ago, you had a half hour." Ross checked his watch. "We have to be out the door at 20 to 8:00."
"Relax, Ross. We'll be ready." Joey reassure him. "It only takes us two minutes to get dressed."
"I am talking about that one." Ross pointed at me. "They take thirty minutes to an hour just to get their hair and makeup set." He accused me.
"I can't find anything to wear." I pouted. "Maybe I'll just go in sweats and a tank top." I looked down at what I was currently wearing, which was the outfit I described.
"No, no. No." Ross shook his head. "Get in there with Rachel and wear one of her dresses." He dragged me up from the couch and led me to Rachel's room.
"She's doing her hair in the bathroom, so...Joey, let's go look for a dress at my place." I grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door. We went straight to my room.
"We're not actually looking for a dress, are we?" He caught onto what I was thinking.
"You better be quick." I slipped out of my sweatpants and top.
"But I like to take my time." He pulled me into him. "And I don't do quick." He winked at me.
"I know, I know. Just...do something for me, would you?" I ran my hands up and down his chest. He tossed my onto my bed and climbed on top of me. After we finished, I went to my closet to get my heels, but I didn't realize just how sore I was. "Ah!" I yelped when I tripped over my feet and fell to the ground.
"Woah! Hey, you okay?" Joey helped me off of the ground.
"Okay, Joey, when I said quick, I did not mean that quick." I chuckled breathlessly. "I think I twisted my ankle." I groaned in pain and looked down to see my right ankle throbbing.
