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adventdrabblesTitle: 'Mister Anonymous Office Drone'
Fandom: Friends
Characters: Rachel Greene, Phoebe Buffay
Rating: PG (Mild innuendo)
Rachel emerged as discretely as she could from a utility closet, looking slightly bedraggled. She sauntered casually over to Phoebe, who was ladling herself another helping of eggnog.
"So, Pheebs," she began, winking at the office worker who slunk out of the closet, armed with champagne flutes and a ball of mistletoe, "I may have had some fun."
"That's what office holiday parties are for," Phoebe merrily chirped. She smiled knowingly. "Earning your way onto Santa's naughty list, huh?"
Rachel giggled. "Kinda. Clothes stayed on, but things still got a little naughty. So, uhm, since he's cute, I think I need you to introduce us properly."
"Okay, no." Phoebe sipped at her nog. "First of all, that'd be a serious case of 'too little, too late', given whatever the two of you were getting up to in that closet. And, secondly, I have no idea who anybody is in this office."
In the middle of getting her own helping of eggnog, the ladle slipped from Rachel's grip and landed in the bowl with a thick plopping noise. Aghast, she gawked at an unaffected Phoebe.
"What," she hissed, dragging her friend away from the table. "I thought some of these people were regular massage clients, and that's why you were invited, and brought me as a Plus One. What the hell do you mean, you don't know anybody here?!"
"Well, that's not entirely true," Phoebe confessed. "I know Harold, the security guy."
Rachel swallowed, remembering the wink-nudge way that the security officer had let them enter the back door. Now that she thought about it, there had been something distinctly conspiratorial about the way the matter had been handled. And many of the office workers had looked at the two women strangely; she'd simply explained that away to herself as the fact that she, herself, was a stranger to everyone there.
"Ohhh, God," she moaned, rubbing her temples. "It's all starting to make sense, now. We crashed a perfectly innocent Christmas office party!"
Phoebe smirked. "Not all that innocent, what with you and Mister Anonymous Office Drone a little bit ago."
Fandom: Friends
Characters: Rachel Greene, Phoebe Buffay
Rating: PG (Mild innuendo)
Rachel emerged as discretely as she could from a utility closet, looking slightly bedraggled. She sauntered casually over to Phoebe, who was ladling herself another helping of eggnog.
"So, Pheebs," she began, winking at the office worker who slunk out of the closet, armed with champagne flutes and a ball of mistletoe, "I may have had some fun."
"That's what office holiday parties are for," Phoebe merrily chirped. She smiled knowingly. "Earning your way onto Santa's naughty list, huh?"
Rachel giggled. "Kinda. Clothes stayed on, but things still got a little naughty. So, uhm, since he's cute, I think I need you to introduce us properly."
"Okay, no." Phoebe sipped at her nog. "First of all, that'd be a serious case of 'too little, too late', given whatever the two of you were getting up to in that closet. And, secondly, I have no idea who anybody is in this office."
In the middle of getting her own helping of eggnog, the ladle slipped from Rachel's grip and landed in the bowl with a thick plopping noise. Aghast, she gawked at an unaffected Phoebe.
"What," she hissed, dragging her friend away from the table. "I thought some of these people were regular massage clients, and that's why you were invited, and brought me as a Plus One. What the hell do you mean, you don't know anybody here?!"
"Well, that's not entirely true," Phoebe confessed. "I know Harold, the security guy."
Rachel swallowed, remembering the wink-nudge way that the security officer had let them enter the back door. Now that she thought about it, there had been something distinctly conspiratorial about the way the matter had been handled. And many of the office workers had looked at the two women strangely; she'd simply explained that away to herself as the fact that she, herself, was a stranger to everyone there.
"Ohhh, God," she moaned, rubbing her temples. "It's all starting to make sense, now. We crashed a perfectly innocent Christmas office party!"
Phoebe smirked. "Not all that innocent, what with you and Mister Anonymous Office Drone a little bit ago."
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Date: 2024-12-02 11:53 pm (UTC)Oh dear. *shakes head*
Poor Rachael. She should know how Phoebe works by now. *giggles*
Hilarious.
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Date: 2024-12-03 12:38 am (UTC)Thank you! :D