"Your fly is open, Geller."

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"Hey, Rach, we're running low on resumes over here." Ross called out to her before handing me a folded paper. I took out an envelope and handed it to Joey.

"Do you really want a job at Popular Mechanics?" Monica furrowed her brows.

"If you're going to work for a mechanic, those are the ones to work for." Chandler licked a stamp before putting it on the envelope.

"Look, I'm going for anything at this point. I cannot be a waitress anymore." Rachel groaned while filing the letters. "I'm sick of the lousy tips, sick of being called 'excuse me'."

"Rach, did you proofread these?" Ross scanned one of the letters. I looked over his shoulder.

"Uh, yeah. Why?" Rachel came over to me, Ross, and Joey in the living room.

"Nothing. I'm sure they'll be impressed with your excellent 'compuper' skills." Ross cleared his throat and showed her.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed and grabbed the paper, seeing it for herself. "Oh, do you think it's on all of them?" We all stopped working.

"I'm sure the Xerox machine caught a few." Joey replied slightly sarcastically. I smacked his arm because of his response. A week later, Monica, Phoebe, and I walk into the coffee shop.

"Hey, guys." The three of us said at the same time when we saw Chandler and Ross.

"Hey." They smiled at us before going back to their conversion. The girls and I headed over to the couch where Rachel joined us, but she had to pretend she was working.

"Hi, ladies. Uh, can I get you anything?" She stood behind the couch. "Did you bring the mail?"

"Lots of responses." Monica pulled out a gigantic stack of letters. We split them up into three groups to make it quicker.

"Really?" Rachel whispered to us. "Sure we've got some scones left." She spoke out loud to please her boss. "Read them to me." 

"'Dear Ms. Green, thank you for your inquiry. However...'" Phoebe tossed aside the letter.

"We have apple cinnamon..." Rachel said in a faltering voice.

"Okay, 'Dear Ms. Green...' Yep, yep, yep. No." Monica folded up the letter again.

"God." My eyes widened.

"What?" Rachel leaned over behind me and was practically on top of me.

"Your Visa bill is huge." I showed Monica and Phoebe the numbers.

"Give me that." Rachel snatched it out of my hands before walking away from us. Suddenly, I heard my brother laugh obnoxiously.

"Shut up!" Joey spoke up before going over to get a cup of coffee from Rachel.

"We're not saying anything." Ross replied before he and Chandler giggled again like little girls.

"What happened?" I glanced over at the guys.

"Joey cried last night." Ross answered.

"Thank you." Joey looked back at them and said sarcastically.

"We were playing poker, alright..." Chandler started to explain.

"Okay, there was chocolate on the 'three'. It looked like an 'eight', alright?" He finished.

"You should have seen him. 'Read 'em and weep'." Ross pretended to fold a set of cards.

"And then he did." Chandler added. Joey came over with his mug of coffee with Rachel.

"Now, how come you guys have never played poker with us?" Rachel asked them.

"Yeah, what is that? Like, some kind of sexist guy thing?" Phoebe added. "Like, it's poker, so only guys can play." She mocked them.

"Women are welcome to play." Ross defended the guys.

"So then what is it? Some kind of, you know, like...some kind of, like...alright, what is it?" Phoebe gave up trying to explain.

"There just don't happen to be any women in our game." Chandler shrugged his shoulders.

"We just don't happen to know any women who know how to play poker." Joey clarified. By now, we were sitting so that the females were on one side and the guys were on the other.

"That is such a lame excuse." Monica scoffed. "It's a typical guy response."

"Excuse me, do any of you know how to play?" Ross pointed at the four of us.

"No." Monica, Phoebe, and Rachel answered at the same time.

"But you can teach it to us." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"No." The guy responded simultaneously while shaking their heads.

Later that night, the seven of us were sitting around the dining table around Mon's apartment.

"Okay, now, we draw cards." Chandler explained to them slowly.

"So I wouldn't need any, right? 'Cause I have a straight." Monica showed us her cards.

"Good for you! Congratulations!" Rachel and Phoebe congratulated her. Then, their microwave made a beeping sound.

"I'll get it." I quickly put down my cards and went into the kitchen. I grabbed the plate from the microwave and arranged the little pieces. "Alright, here we go. We got salmon roulettes and assorted crudités a la Monica." I put down the platters in the middle.

"Woah, woah, Monica, what are you doing?" Joey turned to her. "This is a poker game. You can't serve food with more than one syllable. It's got to be like chips or dip or pretz—"

"At this point, the dealer—" Chandler was about to continue with the tutorial of the game.

"We got it. We got it. Let's play for real." Monica said, making the girls cheer. "High stakes, big bucks." She rubbed her hands together.

"Okay, are you sure? Phoebe just threw away two jacks because they didn't look happy." Ross looked over at the woman.

"But I'm ready, so just deal." Phoebe replied.

"Last–minute lesson. Last–minute lesson. Joey...three...eight." Chandler held up the two cards for him. "Eight, three. Alright? Very good."

Joey ended up winning two rounds in a row, making all of us, especially Monica, Phoebe, and Rachel, quite frustrated with him.

"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" Monica stomped her foot before standing up and heading to the kitchen to get more food.

"I see. So then, you were lying." Phoebe pointed out while Joey took in the chips.

"About what?" Joey furrowed his brows.

"About how good your cards were." Phoebe leaned her elbows on the table.

"I was bluffing." Joey let out a soft chuckle and corrected her.

"Uh–huh. And what is bluffing?" She sat up. "Is it not another word for lying?"

"Okay. Sorry to break up this party, but I've got resumes to fax before tomorrow." Rachel stood up from the table, making the guys ooh. 

"Rachel, we've got to settle." Chandler replied, referring to the chips.

"Settle what?" She threw out her hands.

"The Jamestown colony in Virginia." Chandler joked with a serious tone. "You see, King George is giving us the land..."

"The game, Rachel." Ross stopped Chandler from continuing, which we were thankful for. "You owe us money for the game."

"Oh. Right." She let out a groan.

"You know what, you guys? It's their first time." Joey wrapped an arm around my back. "We can just forget about the money."

"Hell no. We'll pay." Monica responded.

"Monica, I had another response completely prepared." Phoebe glanced back at her.

"And you know what? We want a rematch." She circled her finger around the table.

"Well, that's fine with me." Ross stacked the chips. "I could use the money." He added, enraging me, Monica, Rachel, and Phoebe.

"Basically, you get your ya–yas by taking money from all of your friends." Rachel crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yes, and I get my ya–yas from Ikea." Chandler added jokingly. "You have to put them together yourself, but they cost a little less."

"Look, Rach, this is poker." Ross stood up next to her. "I play to win, alright? And in order for me to win, other people have to lose. So if you're going to play poker with me, don't expect me to be a nice guy. 'Cause once those cards are dealt..." Ross clapped his hands three times.

"Yeah?" Joey wanted him to continue. He didn't realize that Ross was done.

"I'm not a nice guy." Ross replied a little slowly so Joey would understand. The next day, the four girls were in Monica's apartment. Phoebe, Monica, and I were setting up for a card game while Rachel was opening up responses from companies.

"Can you believe what a jerk Ross was being last night?" Rachel scoffed.

"Yeah, I know." Monica handed me the deck so I could shuffle. "He can get really competitive." She added, making me and Phoebe chuckled sarcastically. "What?" She asked us.

"Hello, kettle?" I pretend to hold a phone up to my ear. "This is Monica."

"You're black." Phoebe leaned against me and pretended to say into a phone.

"Please." She exclaimed. "I am not as bad." 

"I beg to differ." Rachel butted into the conversation. "The Pictionary incident?"

"That was not an incident." Monica turned back to look at her roommate. "I was gesturing, and the plate slipped out of my hand." We nodded our heads, pretending to believe her.

"Oh! I got an interview! I got an interview!" Rachel exclaimed. We rushed over to her.

"Where?" Monica asked while we looked over her shoulder to read the letter.

"Saks. Fifth. Avenue." She breathed heavily.

"Rachel, it's like the mother ship is calling you home." Phoebe pet Rachel's hair.

"What's the job?" I asked her.

"Assistant buyer. Oh!" Rachel waved her hand in front of her face as to stop the tears. "I would be shopping...for a living."  Then we heard a knock on the door.

"Okay, that's Aunt Iris. I swear, this woman's been playing poker since she was five." Monica went over to the door. "We have to listen to every word she says." She opened the door.

"Hi. Is Tony Randall dead?" She asked all of us.

"No, I don't think so. Why?" Monica furrowed her brows.

"Well, he may be now because I just hit him with my car." She admitted to us.

"Oh my God! Really?" We all gasped in shock.

"No. That's bluffing—lesson number one." She walked into the apartment. "Listen. Let me tell you something. Everything you hear at a poker game is pure crap. Nice earrings."

"Thank yo..." Phoebe trailed off when she realized what Aunt Iris just did.

"Girls, sit down." We sat around the dining table.

"Aunt Iris, this is Suparna, that's—" Monica was about to introduce us.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm parked at a meter." She hurried us. "Let's do this." She took out a deck of cards and shuffled them. That night, we were at Ross' apartment for another poker game.

"Could we please, please, please listen to anything else, Ross?" Phoebe begged him. We were listening to 'The Lion Sleeps Tonight' on repeat.

"Alright." Ross went over to the sound system and ejected the CD. Marcel made a couple of noises before going into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him. "I'm going to pay for that tonight." He sighed. Then, Rachel walked in cheerily after her interview.

"Guys, guess what? Guess what?" She giggled.

"Okay, the fifth dentist caved, and now they're all recommending Trident?" Chandler guessed.

"No. The interview! She loved me. She absolutely loved me." She sat down next to Phoebe and Monica. "We talked for two and a half hours. We have the same taste in clothes. And I went to camp with her cousin. And, oh, the job is perfect. I can do this. I could do this so well." She went on and on.

"Let's play poker." Monica quickly stopped Rachel from continuing.

"Alright, listen you guys. If you don't want to play, we'd completely understand." Joey leaned back in his chair.

"Yes, we could play some other game like, I don't know, Pictionary?" Chandler, Ross, and Joey pretended to duck and cover.

"Very funny. Very funny." Monica played with the card deck.

"But I think we'd like to give poker another try. Shall we ladies?" I glanced over at the women.

"I think we should." Monica, Phoebe, and Rachel replied at the same time, which was freaky but actually pretty cool.

"Do you want me to shuffle those?" Ross extended his hand for the card deck.

"No, that's okay. I'm going try and give it a go." Monica handed me the cards. I did a few quick shuffles, which made Joey's eyes widen quite a bit. "Alright." I smiled at them. After the game, Ross kept track of the money.

"Pheebs owes 7.50, Monica, you owe 10 dollars, Rachel, you owe 15 big ones. And, Suparna, you owe...well, nothing." Ross read out.

"Thanks for teaching us Cross–Eyed Mary." Joey kissed my temple and went over to the guys.

"We got to play that at our regular game." Chandler nodded his head. Monica slammed down the money in slight anger.

"You know what? This is not over. We will play you again, and we will win, and you will lose, and you will beg, and we will laugh, and we will take every last dime you have, and you will hate yourselves forever." Monica was at a point of no return.

"Here's my 7.50, but you should know that this money is cursed. I cursed it." Phoebe held out the money to them. "So now bad things will happen to he who spends it."

"That's alright, I'll take it." My brother grabbed the money. "Bad things happen to me anyway. So this way, I can break them up with a movie." 

"So that just leaves the big, green poker machine who owes fifteen." Ross rhymed.

"It is so typical." Rachel responded. "Ooh, I'm a man. Ooh, I have a penis. Ooh, I have to win money to exert my power over women." Rachel dropped the bills in front of them. The next night, we were at Monica and Rachel's apartment for poker.

"You gals want to hand over your money now?" Ross asked us while laughing. "That way we don't have to go through the formality of actually playing."

"If I remember correctly, I didn't owe anyone anything. Maybe this time, someone'll have to owe me." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"We'll see who has the last laugh there, Monkey Boy." Rachel nodded her head.

"Okay, we done with the chit–chat? Are we ready to play some serious poker?" Monica asked us.

"Hey, you guys, look. The one–eyed jack follows me wherever I go." She moved the card around in front of her face. Monica grabbed the card out of her hands. "Right, serious poker." Then, Ross stood up from the tale.

"Excuse me. Where are you going?" Monica stood next to him.

"To the bathroom." He pointed towards it.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom or do you want to play poker?" She yelled at him.

"Heel, Monica, heel." I called out to her lazily.

"I want to go to the bathroom." Ross answered before closing the door behind him.

"Alright, well, I'm going to order a pizza." Joey grabbed the phone by the door.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!" Rachel covered the phone with her hand. "I'm still waiting to hear from that job, and the store closes at 9:00, so you can eat then."

"That's fine. I'll just have a tic–tac to hold me over." He grabbed the box out of his shirt pocket.

"Go into my apartment and order a couple of pizza." I tossed him my keys, which eh luckily caught. "And could you get me—"

"Breadsticks with extra garlic. You've got to give me more credit, Suparna." He gave me a sweet smile before going over to my apartment.

"How did he know you like breadsticks with extra garlic? I though only we know." Rachel, Phoebe, and Monica leaned in so Chandler wouldn't hear.

"So maybe we order food and binge–watch movies in my apartment. That doesn't matter." I waved them off, but they just giggled and nudged my shoulders. Monica dealt the cards.

"Alright. Cincinnati. No blind. Everybody ante." Monica called out.

"Yes!" Phoebe looked at her cards but realized she said that out loud. "Or no." 

"Your money's mine, Green." Ross came out of the bathroom and sat down at the table.

"Your fly is open, Geller." Rachel barely looked up from her cards. He looked down and turned around to zip himself up. Soon, we were just in the middle of our game.

"Guys, you know what I just realized?" Phoebe spoke up. "'Joker' is 'poker' with a 'j'." She said, making all of us look at her funnily. "Coincidence?"

"Hey, that's...that's 'joincidence' with a 'c'." Chandler pointed out.

"Uh, Phoebe? Phoebe?" Joey tried to get her attention.

"Yeah, uh, I'm all out." She folded and placed her cards facedown on the table.

"I'm in." Rachel tossed in a couple of more white chips.

"Me, too." Monica put in some chips.

"Me, too, Alright, what do you got?" Joey put a few of his chips in before looking over at Ross.

"Well, you'd better hop out of the shower 'cause I gotta flush." He revealed his cards. Chandler, Joey, Monica, and I folded reluctantly.

"Well, well, well, hop back in, Bucko, 'cause I got four sixes." She put down her cards. "I got four sixes. I won. I actually own. Oh my..." She brought the chips over to her side. "You know what? I'm going to make a little Ross pile." Then she started picked up two chips to make a beat. "I have got your money, and you'll never see it. And your fly's still open." Ross stood up and glanced down. "Hah, I made you look." She sang before giggling. Then, we were playing the next round of poker.

"Monica, in or out?" Phoebe asked her while rearranging her cards.

"I hate this game." She slammed down her cards on the table. Joey grabbed the plate near her and slid it over to me. I moved it to Ross who handed it to Chandler.

"Joey, your bet." Phoebe called out to him.

"I fold like a cheap hooker who got hit in the stomach by a fat guy with sores on his face." We grimaced at the graphic imagery. "Oh, I'm out." He added.

"Suparna?" Phoebe inquire while Monica kept her fingers crossed for me.

"Definitely out." I shook my head sadly. Joey wrapped his arm around the back of my chair.

"Ross?" Phoebe looked over at him.

"Oh, I'm very in." He tossed a couple of more chips in.

"What about you, Chandler?" She glanced at my brother.

"Couldn't be more out." He folded.

"Me, too." Phoebe placed her cards down as well.

"Um, I will see you...and I'll raise you." Rachel added more chips into the pile. "What do you say? You want to waste another buck?"

"Nope. Not this time." Ross folded, making Rachel grab the pile of chips in the middle. "So what did you have?"

"I'm not telling." Rachel replied.

"Come on, show them to me. Come on." Ross was practically on his knees.

"Get your hands out of here. No." Rachel pushed his hands away.

"You know, I've had dates like this." Chandler spoke up over their arguing. Rachel then started to deal for another round.

"Boy, you can't stand to lose, can you? Your whole face is getting red." She chuckled. "The little vein's popping out of your temple."

"Plus, that shirt doesn't really match those pants." Phoebe added for some reason.

"First of all, I'm not losing..." Ross was interrupted by the phone ringing.

"Hello. Rachel Green." She answered the phone. Ross mimicked her in gibberish. She stood up and went into the living room for some privacy.

"I'm going to heat up some marinara for my breadsticks." I was about to stand up,  but Joey gently pushed me back into the seat.

"Don't worry, I can make it. I'll even put in extra oregano." He whispered into my ear. The breadsticks were already really sweet of him, but this made me blush like crazy.

"When are you going to tell him?" Monica reached over and nudged my arm repeatedly. She said it quietly so no one else could hear.

"Later. Geez, Mon, don't have a cow." I chuckled while smacking her hands away from me.

"No, I understand. Come on. No, I'm fine, don't be silly. Yeah, but, you know, if anything else opens up, please...hello? Hello?" We sighed sadly as she put the phone away and sat back down at the table. None of us needed to know what happened since we listened to the conversation. Joey came back with the sauce.

"Sorry, Rach." I reached over and rubbed her shoulder.

"There's going to be a lot of other stuff, you know." Phoebe reassured her.

"Yeah, okay." She shook her head as if to get rid of what just happened. "Where were we? Oh! Okay. Five–card draw. Jacks or better. Nothing wild. Everybody ante." She grabbed her cards.

"Look, Rach, we don't have to do this." Joey said to her while the others put in a couple of chips.

"Yes, we do." Rachel replied.

"Alright, check." Monica started since Rachel had dealt.

"Check." Joey said.

"Same here. Check." I added.

"I'm in for 50 cents." Ross looked up at Rachel and put in the chip.

"Call." Chandler spoke up.

"I'm in." Phoebe put in the chip.

"I see your 50 cents...and I raise you...five dollars." She put in a stack of chips.

"But I thought it was a 50–cent limit." Ross furrowed his brows.

"Well, I just lost a job, and I would like to raise the bet five dollars." She replied. "Does anybody have a problem with that?" None of us had the heart to disagree.

"Not at all. No. No. No. No." Chandler, Monica, Phoebe, Joey, and I shook our heads quickly and folded our cards.

"Loser?" Rachel asked Ross, who hadn't said anything. The rest of us moved our chairs back.

"No, I fold." He put his cards down.

"What do you mean you fold? What is this?" She inquired. "I thought that 'once the cards are dealt, I'm not a nice guy'." She quoted him. "I mean, what? Were you just full of it?" He sat back down and grabbed his cards.

"I'm in." He put in a bunch of chips.

"How many you want?" Rachel grabbed the deck.

"One." He replied.

"Dealer takes two." She handed him a card before taking two for herself. "What do you bet?"

"I bet two dollars." The chips made a clinking noise when he put them in.

"Okay. See your two..." She put the same number of chips. "And I raise you...twenty." She put slid another stack of chips into the pile.

"I'll see your twenty...raise you 25." He put down more chips. We were all watching them in shock. I clung onto Joey's side, but he didn't seem to mind.

"See your 25...and, uh...Monica, get my purse." Rachel called out to her. Monica looked through the black purse.

"Rachel, there's nothing in here." Monica replied. 

"Okay, then get me your purse." Rachel answered.

"Here you go. Good luck." Monica handed Rachel her wallet.

"I see your 25, and I raise you...seven." Rachel took out the bills.

"Teen." Phoebe put down a twenty.

"Make that twenty." I put down three ones. The girls and I stood on one side of the table. Ross took out his own wallet.

"Joey, I'm a little shy." Ross looked over at him.

"That's okay, Ross. You can ask me." Joey pointed at himself. Ross held his forehead painfully.

"What do you need? What do you need?" The guys piled up on the other side of the table.

"Fifteen." Ross answered.

"Here's ten." Chandler put down the bill.

"And I got a five." Joey placed it next to him.

"I'm calling your 17." Finally, the bet raising was over. "What do you got?"

"Full house." Rachel showed her cards after a couple of moments of hesitation.

"You got me." Ross placed his cards face down. Monica grabbed her wine glass while I raised a breadstick, and we just danced around.

"Next round's on me!" I called out and realized what I was actually saying. "I have clearly had one too many breadsticks." The four of us giggled. A little later, we ended up playing Pictionary. It was Monica's turn, and none of us could guess it. Then the timer rang.

"Bye, Bye...Birdie!" She exclaimed in frustration.

"That's a bird?" Phoebe asked Monica, who put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at Phoebe. "That's a bird." Phoebe replied.

"It's my turn." I grabbed a piece of paper and looked at the movie title. I drew a very nest, but it looked nothing like a nest.

"Nest. Nest." Phoebe called out.

"One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest!" Joey quickly stood up. I ran over and jumped into his open arms. He kept his arms around my waist while I wrapped mine around his neck.

"That you get?" Monica exclaimed in frustration. "That you get!" We all got onto the ground when she lifted up her wine glass.