sugar and spice, friends

v. the butt paradox

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Marty leaned against the counter at work with a heavy sigh.

"What's up with you?" Jenna asked, "You look exhausted."

"I went to one of Joey's plays last night." The redhead explained.

"Ah," Jenna nodded, "Say no more."

"It was so awful," Marty whispered, cringing, feeling bad that she was saying this behind her friend's back, "Although he did get an agent out of it."

Jenna raised an eyebrow, "Really? How?"

Marty shrugged, "Yet another one of the world's great mysteries."

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"You're playing a dangerous game here, Rach." Marty commented, pulling her cardigan tighter around her body from where she was sat at the kitchen table, as she watched the brunette clean her and Monica's apartment.

"You keep saying that, but it'll be fine." Rachel waved off.

"Okay, but I'll be doing my 'I told you so' dance at your funeral." Marty shrugged, taking a bite of her chocolate muffin.

"What's that look like?"

"You'll find out soon enough." Marty shrugged.

The door then opened and the rest of the group except Joey entered.

"Tah-daaah!" Rachel grinned, opening her arms wide.

"Are we greeting each other this way now?" Chandler asked, "'Cause I like that."

"That was my idea." Marty said with a smile.

"Look! I cleaned! I did the windows, I did the floors... I even used all the attachments on the vacuum, except that little round one with the bristles, I don't know what that's for." Rachel exclaimed.

"Oh yeah, nobody knows. And we're not supposed to ask." Ross told her.

"Well, whaddya think?" Rachel asked the group, gaining nods and comments of approval.

"Oh! I-I see you moved the green ottoman." Monica noticed.

"Uh-oh..." The group muttered.

"The dance is ready." Marty said to Chandler, who nodded.

"How-how did that happen?" Monica asked.

"I dunno.. I-I thought it looked better there. And I- and also, it's an extra seat around the coffee table." Rachel said.