Chapter 109: Breakfast
Chapter 107
I was still finishing my breakfast when Monica and Chandler appeared in the kitchen, looking almost identical to how Rachel had arrived earlier. Monica was moving carefully, as if any sudden noise might shatter her. Chandler looked equally miserable.
They both groaned a greeting and collapsed into chairs around the kitchen island.
I slid a small packet of aspirin and ibuprofen toward them and motioned for one of the maids to bring another glass of the special juice—just like I had done for Rachel.
Chandler muttered to Rachel and Monica, "If you ever need proof that we're not in our twenties anymore... this is it."
I chuckled softly and went back to my breakfast.
Not long after, Ross and Phoebe showed up looking just as miserable. Ross was holding his head like it might fall off, and Phoebe moved as if gravity itself had betrayed her.
Without saying a word, I made the same preparations for them.
A few minutes later, Uncle Charlie stumbled in, looking worse than all of them combined, with one of the twins walking beside him. His steps were slow and exaggerated, like he was walking on a ship in a storm.
"Never again," Uncle Charlie grunted. "Never, ever, ever again."
Rachel, still half-sprawled on the table, looked at him and asked with a small smirk, "You're gonna quit drinking too?"
Charlie shot her a look and replied, "Don't be ridiculous. I'm gonna quit waking up."