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whatif_auTitle: 'Password'
Author:but_can_i_be_trusted
Fandom: Friends
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Crossposted toemotion100 and genprompt_bingo
Summary: Ross stared at the eyes, taken aback.
"You're going to love this place," Ross assured Rachel as he led her to the door. "It's the best spot in town."
Rachel looked warily around. For all she knew, the feds might be lurking around the nearest corner, just waiting to pounce. "I hope you're right," she mumbled. "Going into speakeasies...if my parents ever found out about this, I'd be in big trouble. They expect this sort of behavior from my sisters. I'm sort of their golden girl. My father, especially, would hit the ceiling if I got caught in a place like this."
He knocked, a series of quick raps that signaled that one of the speakeasy's regular customers was present. "Don't panic, okay? There's nothing to worry about. This place never gets raided. Much."
The slit in the speakeasy's door slid open sharply, revealing a pair of eyes. "Password," a voice requested.
"Coffee klatch," Ross intoned, smiling.
"Wrong."
Ross stared at the eyes, taken aback. "Gunther? What do you mean, 'wrong'? I don't understand. That was the password last night."
"I changed it," Gunther replied, before slamming the slit shut again.
"Ugh." Rachel ran a hand over her face. "I knew this was a bad idea."
Author:
but_can_i_be_trustedFandom: Friends
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Crossposted to
emotion100 and genprompt_bingoSummary: Ross stared at the eyes, taken aback.
"You're going to love this place," Ross assured Rachel as he led her to the door. "It's the best spot in town."
Rachel looked warily around. For all she knew, the feds might be lurking around the nearest corner, just waiting to pounce. "I hope you're right," she mumbled. "Going into speakeasies...if my parents ever found out about this, I'd be in big trouble. They expect this sort of behavior from my sisters. I'm sort of their golden girl. My father, especially, would hit the ceiling if I got caught in a place like this."
He knocked, a series of quick raps that signaled that one of the speakeasy's regular customers was present. "Don't panic, okay? There's nothing to worry about. This place never gets raided. Much."
The slit in the speakeasy's door slid open sharply, revealing a pair of eyes. "Password," a voice requested.
"Coffee klatch," Ross intoned, smiling.
"Wrong."
Ross stared at the eyes, taken aback. "Gunther? What do you mean, 'wrong'? I don't understand. That was the password last night."
"I changed it," Gunther replied, before slamming the slit shut again.
"Ugh." Rachel ran a hand over her face. "I knew this was a bad idea."
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Date: 2023-03-26 04:41 pm (UTC)