"Cheers, but you exaggerate," Monica smiled cheekily and gently pressed her glass to his. It had been ages since she'd toasted anything; she couldn't even remember the last time. Perhaps during her senior year her parents had let her toast champagne at a relatives wedding or something. She had never really been much of a partier, so the taste of alcohol was almost foreign to her lips, "About everything except me being a lovely woman," she laughed. 

 "I was thinking we could take the old TV for a whirl," the woman laughed, "I even bought some popcorn," she waved a couple bags of the delicious, terribly artificial stuff in the air. 

"I don't have any movies," Monica blushed a little; she had forgotten to rent something, "But I'm sure there's something on! Got anything at your place you've been just dying to watch?" She leaned up against the couch's arm after making her way into the living room once more. It seemed that even the dingy little apartment felt so much bigger, so much better, with Gray.