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tweedandtinsel2010-12-04 08:36 pm
oxfordtweed) wrote in tweedandtinsel2010-12-04 08:36 pm
Not White
Title: Not White
Fandom: Friends
Character/s: Monica/Chandler
Word Count: 130
Rating: G
Summary: Chandler and Monica shop for a new chair.
Warnings/Notes: None
Chandler stood, dumbfounded, on the showroom floor. “And...?” he ventured carefully.
“And it won’t match the sofa,” Monica insisted.
Sighing, Chandler shook his head. “It’s white,” he pointed out. “The sofa’s white. What’s not to match?”
“That,” Monica said, pointing at the chair, “is white. The sofa is ‘polished pearl’.”
“Which is... not white?” Chandler was lost by now. He didn’t care what the chair looked like. It could have been bright green with blue polka dots for all he cared. It was comfortable, and that’s all that mattered.
“No, and it doesn’t match.”
Chandler shrugged. “I can probably get Joey to give me my barcalounger back, if it’s that big of a deal,” he said, casually walking away.
Monica reached out, grabbing Chandler’s arm. “Excuse me, sir!” she called at the sales rep. “We’ll take it!”
Fandom: Friends
Character/s: Monica/Chandler
Word Count: 130
Rating: G
Summary: Chandler and Monica shop for a new chair.
Warnings/Notes: None
Chandler stood, dumbfounded, on the showroom floor. “And...?” he ventured carefully.
“And it won’t match the sofa,” Monica insisted.
Sighing, Chandler shook his head. “It’s white,” he pointed out. “The sofa’s white. What’s not to match?”
“That,” Monica said, pointing at the chair, “is white. The sofa is ‘polished pearl’.”
“Which is... not white?” Chandler was lost by now. He didn’t care what the chair looked like. It could have been bright green with blue polka dots for all he cared. It was comfortable, and that’s all that mattered.
“No, and it doesn’t match.”
Chandler shrugged. “I can probably get Joey to give me my barcalounger back, if it’s that big of a deal,” he said, casually walking away.
Monica reached out, grabbing Chandler’s arm. “Excuse me, sir!” she called at the sales rep. “We’ll take it!”