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vocab_drabblesTitle: 'The Mango'
Fandom: Friends
Author:but_can_i_be_trusted
Rating: G
Word Count: 309
Characters/Pairings: Monica Geller, Rachel Greene, Phoebe Buffay
Warnings: None
Notes: Sequel to 'The Abyss'
Summary: Nonplussed, Monica turned away.
Timorously, Monica and Rachel regarded Phoebe as she continued her sofa-snooze. She was still spouting nonsense, like a volcano that had suddenly learned to speak.
"Some days, you're the human," she mumbled. "Some days, you're the goat. And, some days, you're the mango. That's the way the Frisbee tapdances."
"Uh, Mon, you've known Phoebe longer than I have. Has she always been like this," Rachel asked. "Did she do this sort of thing when she was your roommate?"
"If she did, I don't know anything about it," Monica responded. "Do you think we should wake her up?"
"No!" Phoebe's abrupt shout made them both jump in place. "No, damn it. Absolutely not! You tell Doctor Dreamy Dazzle that his cape won't be ready until Monday! I don't care how many times he calls! I have to have those radioactive sequins flown in specially from Addis Ababa every time he needs a new cape, and I'm not making any profit on it! And I don't see him bribing the customs officials every time a new shipment comes in! If he really has to fight his nemesis, The Sparkle Subtractor, before Monday, then he can fight him in his boxers, for all I care! He's not getting his cape until it's done!" She let out a huff, miming hanging up a phone. "Worst customer ever. Damn superheroes. Still hasn't paid for his last cape, and he already wants a new one. Jerk."
After a moment, Phoebe yawned widely, stretching. She rubbed her eyes, and blinked. "Oh, that's the best sleep I've had in days," she sighed. "Hey, ladies! Man, I had the weirdest dream!"
"About superheroes," Monica prompted, curious.
Phoebe cast her a blank gaze. "No. I was a dandelion, and I was racing a sea lion at the Olympics. Why do you ask?"
Nonplussed, Monica turned away. "No reason."
Fandom: Friends
Author:
but_can_i_be_trustedRating: G
Word Count: 309
Characters/Pairings: Monica Geller, Rachel Greene, Phoebe Buffay
Warnings: None
Notes: Sequel to 'The Abyss'
Summary: Nonplussed, Monica turned away.
Timorously, Monica and Rachel regarded Phoebe as she continued her sofa-snooze. She was still spouting nonsense, like a volcano that had suddenly learned to speak.
"Some days, you're the human," she mumbled. "Some days, you're the goat. And, some days, you're the mango. That's the way the Frisbee tapdances."
"Uh, Mon, you've known Phoebe longer than I have. Has she always been like this," Rachel asked. "Did she do this sort of thing when she was your roommate?"
"If she did, I don't know anything about it," Monica responded. "Do you think we should wake her up?"
"No!" Phoebe's abrupt shout made them both jump in place. "No, damn it. Absolutely not! You tell Doctor Dreamy Dazzle that his cape won't be ready until Monday! I don't care how many times he calls! I have to have those radioactive sequins flown in specially from Addis Ababa every time he needs a new cape, and I'm not making any profit on it! And I don't see him bribing the customs officials every time a new shipment comes in! If he really has to fight his nemesis, The Sparkle Subtractor, before Monday, then he can fight him in his boxers, for all I care! He's not getting his cape until it's done!" She let out a huff, miming hanging up a phone. "Worst customer ever. Damn superheroes. Still hasn't paid for his last cape, and he already wants a new one. Jerk."
After a moment, Phoebe yawned widely, stretching. She rubbed her eyes, and blinked. "Oh, that's the best sleep I've had in days," she sighed. "Hey, ladies! Man, I had the weirdest dream!"
"About superheroes," Monica prompted, curious.
Phoebe cast her a blank gaze. "No. I was a dandelion, and I was racing a sea lion at the Olympics. Why do you ask?"
Nonplussed, Monica turned away. "No reason."
