New York.
Inside a high-end custom suit shop.
"Is this really necessary?"
Chandler spread his arms as the tailor took his asurents, complaining, "The last ti Joey had
get a suit, the experience wasn't exactly pleasant."
"Relax."
Adam, standing to the side, observed and couldn't help but laugh. "This place is the most professional. It's not a prison tailor's branch—no one's going to twist MR. BIG in all sorts of directions."
"I sure hope so."
Chandler pursed his lips.
Five years ago, when he needed a suit, Joey had recomnded a tailor shop that his family frequented.
During the asuring process, the tailor had been too thorough, leaving Chandler utterly bewildered. When he later asked about it, he found out that Joey had been asured the exact sa way and genuinely believed it was standard practice.
But when they learned that only prisoners were asured that way, Joey's face was utterly mortified.
"You know, I haven't had a custom suit made since then."
Chandler still felt uneasy. "Why not just rent a suit from Rachel's shop—one that a celebrity has worn before? It's convenient, cool, and saves money!"
"Forget about the money."
Adam chuckled. "As your best man, getting you a suit is the least I can do. What's so great about wearing sothing a celebrity wore? It's just a gimmick. Plus, it's not exactly sanitary. Do you really want to test Monica's obsessive cleanliness at a ti like this?"
"It's not that extre."
Chandler knew that Adam was already a billionaire and wouldn't even blink at the cost of a suit. And since he wasn't like Ross, the wedding enthusiast, he only planned to get married once. So, accepting Adam's generosity wasn't a big deal.
"Those suits are professionally cleaned."
"Are you sure?"
Adam smirked. "I've heard that so of those celebrity-worn suits are kept 'authentic'—you know, to maximize their appeal to die-hard fans. You're not one of those superfans, are you? Planning to extract residual DNA from the suit to clone a new idol?"
"Ugh!"
Chandler shuddered. "People actually do that?"
"This is Arica."
Adam laughed. "If you can think of it, soone's probably done it."
In the future, Penny would get Sheldon a used napkin with a celebrity's autograph on it. She had hesitated because the napkin was dirty, but Sheldon had held it like a holy relic.
To him, it was one of the greatest gifts he had ever received because if biotech advanced a little more, he could use the residual DNA on the napkin to clone his own version of that celebrity.
He was so thrilled that he handed Penny all of his gift baskets and, in an extrely rare mont, awkwardly gave her a hug.
Penny was stunned, calling for Leonard to witness the miracle.
Even Leonard was in awe. Sheldon was notorious for hating physical contact. Forget hugging—he barely even shook hands. Whenever he did, he imdiately sanitized his hands like he was afraid of catching sothing.
So, the fact that a used napkin made Sheldon hug soone showed just how much it ant to him.
"All done."
The tailor finished asuring and nodded at Adam.
"Make sure to get it done quickly—my friend's wedding is in four weeks, and there can't be any delays."
Adam instructed firmly.
"Absolutely! No delays!"
Just then, a voice chid in as a figure approached, slinging an arm over Adam's shoulder and earnestly adding, "This is my bro's wedding!"
"Got it."
The tailor smiled and walked away.
"So, guys, where's the bachelor party happening? Need
to arrange so strippers? I'm telling you, I know so incredible ones. I guarantee your bachelor night will be legen—wait for it—dary! Legendary! High five!"
The enthusiastic figure rattled on, leaving Chandler completely dumbfounded. He blankly let the guy lift his hand for a high five.
"Uh… who are you?"
Chandler stared in shock.
"You don't recognize ?"
The man looked offended and wrapped an arm around Chandler. "I'm Barney! Whatever, I'll let it slide since it's your big day. Now, tell —how's the bachelor party coming along? Listen, I refuse to let my bro's bachelor night be boring. If you guys aren't up to the task, I'll handle everything!"
"As the best man, I'm in charge."
By now, Adam had already recognized the unexpected guest. He chuckled. "And I can guarantee you—there will be no strippers and none of those crazy activities. You wouldn't like it, so stop pretending."
"You know him?"
Chandler sighed in relief.
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"Nope."
Adam smirked. "But I do know guys like him. They love crashing bachelor parties. They don't care if they even know the groom. So of them even sneak into weddings just to hit on bridesmaids. Sound familiar?"
"Joey!"
Chandler gasped. "He's just like Joey!"
"Joey Tribbiani?"
Barney Stinson, who had been grinning through Adam's teasing, suddenly changed expressions at the ntion of Joey's na.
"The actor?!"
"You know him?"
Adam's eyes lit up.
"Oh, hell yes, I know him."
Barney straightened his tie, his eyes gleaming dramatically. "He's stolen quite a few of my won. Joey Tribbiani is my greatest rival! You guys are his friends, right? He's never ntioned ?"
"Not once."
Chandler shook his head. "I was his roommate for years—never heard him bring you up."
"He. What. Didn't!"
Barney clutched his chest in mock agony, stumbling back in disbelief. "This is the ultimate insult! Tell him this for —Joey Tribbiani, the ga is on!"
With that, he pointed two fingers at his eyes, then at Adam and Chandler in a dramatic challenge before walking off, leaving Chandler bewildered and Adam struggling to hold back laughter.
"What just happened? Did we run into a lunatic?"
"No."
Adam chuckled. "He's actually pretty interesting. But I really didn't expect him to know Joey. Then again, I guess it makes sense. It'd be weird if they didn't know each other. Now, I can't wait to go back and ask Joey about this."
"Alright."
Chandler twitched his lips. "But he's not going to crash my bachelor party, right?"
"Absolutely not."
Adam said firmly. "I don't care what happens at other bachelor parties, but your bachelor party? No way he's getting in."
No chance.
There was no way Barney was going to ss this up.
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