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Friends: Deleted Scenes - Moving Day
A gloomy haze hung within the purple walls of Rachel and Monica's apartment. They had lost a rash betting contest to the guys, and now they found themselves forced to pack and move to a smaller, dingier place.
Monica was in the living room trying to lift a heavy box, when Rachel walked in from Chandler's new bedroom.
"Hey, Rach, can you give me a hand with this box?" she asked.
"No! Put that box down!" Rachel demanded. "We are not going anywhere! This is my apartment and I like it! This is a girl's apartment! That is a boy's apartment, it's dirty and it smells."
Condemnation filled those words. Phoebe and Monica watched as she flitted around the room, desperate to show why they shouldn't be moving.
"This is pretty. It's- it's so pretty! And look, and it's- it's purple!"
Rachel approached her roommate, with a determined look.
"And I'm telling you, you with the steady hand, I am not moving! And now I have got the steady hand."
In spite of her words and her demeanor, Rachel's hand shook uncontrollably as she held out. Monica realized that Rachel would not accept their situation easily.
"I'll take care of it," she replied with somberness, and turned to go across the hall.
Rachel called out after her, on the verse of breaking into tears. "That's right! You do what the hand says!"
Monica entered the other apartment, where Chandler and Joey were happily packing boxes.
"Um, guys... Rachel's really upset about having to move," she began.
"Well, tough noogies," Chandler shot back, sassily, "You lost the bet."
Monica controlled a flare of anger. "Okay. First of all... 'tough noogies'? Who says that?" she replied sarcastically. "And second, I'm not asking you to give us back the apartment. I'm just asking for another bet. Just one final bet. Anything. You pick it, and I'll... I'll bet on it."
Joey and Chandler stared at her, sizing up the situation. Then they turned to confer, as Monica tried to listen in on their deliberations.
"Okay," Joey suggested. "How about one of us does it with her, and the first one to cum wins."
Somehow, Chandler knew that any idea from Joey would involve sex.
"Hmmm... I like where you're going with this... and let's face it, of the two of us, I think I would have the advantage of speed." They both nodded in acknowledgement. Chandler considered it for a moment longer, then a thought hit him. "Wait a minute. She could just fake it, and we'd never know if we really won."
"But I won't. I won't!" Monica blurted out. Realizing that she had exposed her eavesdropping, she looked to the side sheepishly.
Chandler pointed at her. "Yeah, well, we don't trust you, little Miss Winning-Is-More-Important-Than-Anything. All right," he went on, as he strolled toward her, his arms crossed. "All right. You wanna bet? Here's the bet. Non-negotiable. Joey does you, while you blow me. If either him or I cum first, you girls can have your apartment back. But if you cum before either one of us... we get the apartment... AND your mattresses."
Joey excitedly gestured his approval. "Ooo, ooo, that's good. Their beds are soft... and they smell good, too... like Rach and Monica's perfume and stuff."
"DEAL!" Monica voiced her enthusiastic agreement, then jabbed her finger alternately at the two. "You are SO gonna lose this bet. I RULE at giving blowjobs! In fact, I'm the Blowjob Queen."
"Interesting," Chandler deadpanned. "I thought that my father was awarded that title. Fortunately, I was never invited to the coronation..."
"Okay, I'll go get a condom," Joey said, heading toward his room.
"Oh no, you don't, mister," Monica objected. "I know what condoms do for guys."
He stopped, uncertain of her meaning, and offered, "They... keep us from getting women pregnant?"
"Well, that too," she conceded. "But when you're wearing a condom, you don't FEEL as much, so you don't CUM as fast. No siree. No condom. I'll go put in my diaphragm." She turned to leave. "You guys may as well start unpacking."
Joey laughed derisively. "In your dreams, Monica. I'm gonna keep packin' my boxes, just as soon as I'm done packin' YOUR box!"
"Good one, my man," Chandler said. They smiled and nodded, giving a wiggle-finger handshake, as Monica shot Joey a disgusted look before leaving.
"This is so cool. We're gonna get to double-team Monica!" Joey excitedly proclaimed. "I've been waiting for this for, like, my whole life."
"Or for the three years that you've known her," came Chandler's sarcastic reply.
"Well, yeah... but it seems like I've known her my whole life," Joey tried to give an air of charm to his lust. Chandler just shook his head, then noticed that Joey was unzipping his jeans.
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute there, Quick Draw. Whatcha doin'?" he said, looking away.
"What? I'm getting ready for Monica," replied Joey, matter-of-factly.
"Okay. You will never take that out, when it's just you and me," Chandler stated.
"Oh. Right," his roommate said with new understanding. "Sorry. It's just that I'm so excited."
"And you will never say those words, when you and I are alone."
As the guys were discussing their upcoming strategy to win, Monica walked hurriedly though her and Rachel's apartment.
"Didja do it? Didja get it back?" Rachel asked as Monica passed behind the couch where she sat with a magazine in her lap.
"No, not yet. We're still in negotiations," was the fast reply. The door to the bedroom closed, leaving Rachel and Phoebe outside, with wondering looks.
