It was Friday and she'd somehow managed to rent an apartment to something even weirder and grosser than a gigantic mass of flesh on two legs.

Yeah. Rachel was definitely at the bar again tonight.

She frowned, though, when she had a seat at the bar and didn't see what she'd expected behind the bar. "Aww. No Chuck tonight?"

Really, Rachel wouldn't have to pretend to ignore this stuff when it happened as hard if she didn't go and ask questions like that.