A/N:I do not own any of the characters from Friends. I only own the characters that may seem unfamiliar to you, for they are my own!

This episode is all about Ross and Rachel, because, well the only thing I've written about them is the fact that they got together again. But what happened after Phoebe bumped into them?? Well you're going to find out. BTW this takes place before the whole thing with Monica and Chandler began getting interesting. It I guess happens right after Phoebe bumped into them, just so you know.

The sun was setting. Rachel and Ross were sitting together on a beach in Cancun, Mexico.

"Honey, this has been the best date ever." Rachel said. The last time they had been together, Ross and Rachel had gotten drunk. Ross decided to take Rachel on a date to Mexico. They had been drunk and he hadn't know any better.

"Yep, but I'm really bummed I wasted a bunch of money while I was drunk. I mean, I wouldn't have taken you on this trip if I was sober-" Rachel gave Ross a say-one-more-word-you'll-die look. "What I mean is that, I would've taken you on this trip, but when we had been going out more. I love you." Ross feebly tried to maintain his "cool". He obviously did his best as Rachel kissed him on the cheek.

"I love you to. Let's go and get a drink or something." Rachel got up from the beach chair and began walking over to the nearby bar.

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"Would you two like one more drink?" The man working at the bar asked. Rachel and Ross had already been through two bottles of wine . . . each.

"Yes Mr.BarWorker," Ross answered. "Another alcohol right here." Rachel laughed for no specific reason, at Ross' reply.

"Yeah, pronto!" She added. Rachel and Ross began giggling uncontrollably. "I think we should come to Mexico more often! For our next date, here again!"

"All right, but you get the tab next time, Mrs.Gellar." Ross replied.

Rachel, even though she was drunk, asked seriously, "Why did you just call me Mrs.Gellar?"

"Oh I don't know, because I liked the sound of it? Maybe, I'm not sure."

"Oh, OK." The man came back with their wine. "Let's get more drunk!" Rachel said. She and Ross each took a bottle and guzzled them down.

The next morning, the pair weas awoken by a loud crash.

"Wassamatter? Someone hurt? Ouch!" Ross said, as he was waking up. "I'm the one who hurts. My head is killing me." There was a knock at the door.

"Stop hitting me on the head! I'm awake!" Rachel said.

"Stop talking so loudly. I have a pounding headache." Ross quickly got up and ran to the washroom. He began "puking his guts" out.

The knocking continued.

"I said stop knocking on my head! I know you're there!" Rachel got out of the bed in the hotel room and began, sideways I might add, walking to the door. When she opened it, the man who greeted her, was the man who took their orders the night before.

"Mrs.Gellar?" He asked.

"Nope, dating Mr.Gellar, but I'm Miss.Green. What do you want?" Rachel didn't care for politeness, she just wanted to get back to bed and sleep through her day of a hangover.

"All right, Miss.Green. I'm Joel, the man who took you and your boyfriend's orders last night. Do you remember that? After your fourth order of wine, I thought it would be best if you went up your hotel room. I assumed you went to a hotel since you looked like tourists and so I phoned around and someone came to bring you upstairs or here in your room. I bet you're having a big hangover right now, so I don't mean to disturb you, but I just wanted to know that you were all right." Ross was still throwing up in the washroom, so it didn't quite come off that he was all right, but Rachel replied.

"Yeah, I guess I'm all right. Just tired, is all. Do you know what else we did last night?"

"Nope, you just stayed at the bar for most of the night."

"Oh OK. Well I'm going off to bed. Thank you for your concern. Bye." Rachel closed the door.

She and Ross were either sleeping or sick for the rest of the day. That wine really had done a number on both of them and she wasn't about to let that happen again.

"Ross, I want to go home. Can you get tickets for us to leave tomorrow?" Rachel pleaded.

"I'm one step ahead of you. I wouldn't have cared if you didn't want to go home tomorrow, I got the tickets already. Don't worry, once we get back to New York, we'll just sleep all day and tell no one about our drinking spell." Ross answered.

"Good," Rachel replied.

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When Rachel and Ross had gotten on the plane. A wave of nausea swept over them. They had to get out of their seats quickly and cram into a bathroom before they began throwing up. Finally, after about a half an hour of getting ready to look decent enough to come out and everything, the two went back to their seats.

"This has been one hell of a trip, Ross. Let's not go there again, all right?" Rachel said.

"I couldn't agree with you more."

When Ross and Rachel said their good-byes until they say each other again, Rachel went back to her apartment. While going up the stairs, she ran into Phoebe.

"Hey Rachel! Where've you been?"

"Mexico."

"Mexico?" Why?"

"Ross and I were drunk so we went to Mexico."

"Oh all right! Well it's good to see you. I'll catch you later." Phoebe left down the stairs.

When she got in to her own apartment, Monica didn't come out to greet her. Rachel didn't find this at all unusual, she was probably out some where. She was going to get a drink of water, but Rachel noticed a note on the refrigerator from Chandler to Monica. Rachel couldn't help but read and she was shocked at how Chandler broke Monica's heart. Rachel didn't know anything about the situation, but it sounded terrible.

A few seconds later, Rachel heard crying coming from Monica's room. Despite the fact that she was still feeling sick, Rachel ran as quickly as she could to Monica.

"Monica? Are you OK?" Rachel asked, while wrapping her arms around her best friend.

"Chandler doesn't love me!" Monica cried. She stopped for a second and looked up at Rachel. "When did you get home?" She sniffled.

"Just now, oh honey! I read the note and I'm sorry for invading your privacy, but maybe it was a mistake. Go on the date tonight and tell Chandler how you feel. He must love you. Trust me, it will work."

Monica considered. "Thank you, but you have no idea what this thing is about."

"I know, but I know enough that you should go out tonight. Now come on, stop crying and get changed." Monica got up, but looked back at Rachel.

"Where were you?"

"It was a whole drunk experience, that I never want to do again. Now go on into the washroom and get ready!" Rachel leaded Monica to the washroom and went to sit down. It felt good to be home.