A/N: This is what I have so far.
A man named Michael was then walking along the bar and saw a woman named Monica getting a drink out of depression.
"Hey." Said Michael.
"Hey." Said Monica as she took a big cup from the bar.
"Whoa that's a big drink." Said Michael in surprise.
"I'm just upset, because this guy thinks I'm Ross's mother." Said Monica in a sad voice.
"He really thought that?" Asked Michael in surprise.
"Don't you?" Asked Monica in confusion.
"No, you see, some guys have differences, for example: that guy thinks your his mother, but I know your his little sister." Replied Michael.
"You really see that I'm his sister?" Asked Monica.
"Well yeah, for one thing your short and young." Replied Michael.
"Wow thanks, so how do you know Emily?" Asked Monica.
"She was the babysitter for my kids." Replied Michael.
"Oh, so your married." Said Monica in a disspointed voice.
"Well, no I'm not." Said Michael.
"You've been divorced?" Asked Monica.
"No, died." Replied Michael.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Said Monica in a sad voice.
