The wedding ceremony had ended.
Everyone moved to the banquet hall, while Adam and the others stayed behind with the newlyweds to take wedding photos.
Chandler and Monica stood in the center. Adam stood on Chandler's other side, while Rachel was beside Monica. Phoebe stood next to Adam, and Ross stood next to Rachel.
As for Joey, who was dressed in a bloodstained World War II uniform, he crouched in front of Chandler, ignoring Monica's glare. With both thumbs up and his eyes wide open, he struck a pose as if he were the star of the photo.
Click!
Click!
Click!
The photographer took several shots before having the bride and groom take photos separately with their groomsmen and bridesmaids. After various group photos, everyone finally headed to the banquet hall.
A live band played on a small stage.
In front of the banquet tables, there was an open space reserved for dancing.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Chandler Bing!"
As Chandler and Monica walked in hand in hand, the band's lead singer announced their entrance with enthusiasm.
Applause erupted once again.
"Let's go to the dance floor. I have a surprise for you," Chandler said, smiling at Monica.
"A surprise? Just so you know, I am not reaching into your pocket in front of everyone," Monica teased. "The new Mrs. Bing is different from the old one. This is my first appearance, and I don't want to give people the wrong impression."
"…"
Chandler's mouth twitched. "No, I took six weeks of dance lessons. Adam found me the best instructor. I want this moment to be unforgettable for you."
"Oh, that's so sweet," Monica said, touched as she cupped Chandler's face.
"Would you do me the honor of dancing with me as my wife?" Chandler asked like a true gentleman.
"Of course." Monica grinned. "At this point, if you asked me to reach into your pocket, I wouldn't even hesitate."
"You're getting funnier by the day," Chandler said, amused.
"Well, look who I married," Monica replied, leading him to the dance floor with a smile.
Chandler tilted his head, remembering what Adam had said about couples growing to resemble each other. He chuckled—
Then immediately stopped laughing as he nearly slipped and fell.
"What happened?" Monica asked, surprised.
"My new shoes are too slippery," Chandler said, standing completely still.
"Does that mean you can't dance?" Monica asked, disappointed.
"Don't worry, we have Adam," Chandler said instinctively, unwilling to let his wife down. "He can fix anything."
"You're right!" Monica's eyes lit up.
"I'll go find him." Chandler carefully shuffled toward the edge of the dance floor.
"No need. I already know where he is."
Monica tilted her chin toward a group of women and called out, "Adam!"
Chandler followed her gaze and saw a group of women gathered together, with Ross and Joey standing outside the circle, looking annoyed. He immediately understood what was going on.
Sure enough, at the sound of Monica's voice, Adam's face emerged from the crowd.
"Excuse me, the bride needs me," Adam said quickly, making his escape.
The women had no choice but to let him go—after all, the bride had priority.
"What's up?" Adam asked as he hurried over, relieved to be out of the circle.
"Chandler's new shoes are too slippery. He can't dance," Monica said, frustrated.
"That's an easy fix."
Adam glanced at Chandler's shoes, thought for a moment, then said, "Let's swap. We wear the same size."
"What about you?" Chandler asked, feeling bad.
"No worries."
Adam took off his shoes and grinned. "I've danced on much slipperier surfaces than this. This is nothing."
After switching shoes, Adam did a few smooth slides and jumps across the floor, looking completely at ease—nothing like Chandler, who had barely been able to stand a moment ago.
"See?"
"Adam, you're amazing," Chandler and Monica said, impressed.
"Go dance. Chandler worked hard for this," Adam teased. "I guarantee you'll be impressed."
"I can't wait," Monica said, placing her hands on Chandler's shoulders as they began their first dance as husband and wife.
Now wearing Adam's shoes, Chandler no longer slipped. His confidence returned, and he spun Monica around with ease.
Dancing was perfect for couples—
In the dim lighting, with their bodies close, gazes locked, and breaths mingling, they swayed to the romantic music. Their bodies brushed together, creating an electric tension.
It was one of the best forms of foreplay.
But if the dance partners weren't a couple… well…
"Adam, would you dance with me?"
A soft voice interrupted his thoughts.
A delicate-looking young woman had stepped forward, beating all the other eager girls to the punch.
"Of course, Marlene," Adam said with a polite smile.
Marlene was Monica's cousin. As someone from the bride's side, he couldn't refuse her.
Marlene eagerly wrapped her arms around Adam and shot a triumphant look at the girls who had been too slow, making them grit their teeth in frustration.
Meanwhile, Ross turned to one of the girls and asked, "Would you like to dance?"
The girl barely glanced at him. "My feet hurt a little. Sorry."
"…"
Ross's face darkened. This wasn't the first time tonight.
And he didn't believe a word of it.
The way she had practically sprinted toward Adam earlier didn't look like someone with sore feet.
Before the wedding, his parents had given him a pep talk, reminding him that he was Dr. Ross Geller and should carry himself with pride.
He had even tried to intimidate Chandler as Monica's older brother—only to be met with ridicule.
Yet none of it mattered. The women here weren't impressed.
Every attractive girl was focused on Adam, so much so that they weren't even considering Ross as a backup option.
This was outrageous.
Nora watched from the side, feeling a little dejected, but she still smiled.
As Adam twirled his partner around, he caught a glimpse of Nora out of the corner of his eye. But he couldn't break away.
Every time a song ended, another girl would step up, and since they were all friends and family, he couldn't refuse.
After half an hour of dancing, Adam finally escaped, using exhaustion as an excuse.
Pretending to go to the restroom, he left the ballroom and quietly tracked down Nora's room.
Using his keen hearing and swift movements, Adam arrived at her door without making a sound.
He knocked.
Half an hour later.
Adam returned to the banquet hall—only to be immediately called over by Phoebe.
Chandler, Monica, Rachel, and Phoebe stood together, looking at him.
Phoebe suddenly declared, "Adam, you're in trouble!"