"There's nothing to tell! He's just some guy I work with!" Monica huffs furrowing her brow at her friends as they sit around the coffee shop around the table. Monica has her arm over the top of said sofa wearing a yellow jacket of sorts while she talks to her friends about Paul.

"C'mon, you're going out with the guy! There's gotta be something wrong with him!" Joey insists as he leans against the chair placed backwards for him to lean on.

"He's right there's always something wrong with someone." The girl with frizzy red hair argues pulled into a bushy ponytail of sorts, small strands dangle down framing her face. She pins it back with a black band similar to the black suit she adores with a grey turtleneck underneath matching her grey jeans.

"Not me." Merrily, Joey smirks smugly, adjusting his leather jacket.

"…What's five times five?" Frowning, the redhead sips her tea while at the far end of a separate seat to the main number on the sofa.

"Ah ha that's a trick question it's zero!" Cockily, Joey points at her.

"…Yes. It's Zero." Dryly, the redhead scoffs shaking her head.

"All right Medea, be nice. You can't push Joey too far or else his head will explode." Cheekily, Chandler joins in perched on the armchair of the sofa.

"It will?" Alarmed, Joey gasps holding his head.

"Depends on how much you use it though from what I've seen we won't have a problem." Playfully, Medea promises.

"So does he have a hump? A hump and a hairpiece?" Chandler continues prying.

"Wait, does he eat chalk?" Phoebe asks earning a few stern stares bemused by her question while Medea is alarmed.

"Just, 'cause, I don't want her to go through what I went through with Carl." Phoebe reasons to her friends.

"What colour chalk was it?" Intrigued, Medea asks.

"Not the fancy stuff." Smiling, Phoebe responds.

"Okay, everybody relax. This is not even a date. It's just two people going out to dinner and- not having sex." Seriously, Monia promises her friends.

"Sounds like a date to me." Chandler reasons.

"First date at that." Medea joins in as the two continue enjoying their drinks…

"Alright, so I'm back in high school, I'm standing in the middle of the cafeteria, and I realize I am totally naked." Chandler reveals the truth to his entranced friends while Medea watches on brow furrowed sat on said sofa as Chandler drapes over the sofa.

"Oh, yeah. Had that dream." The group chorus nodding their head in agreement, Medea grimacing at the memory of her having to give her first standing speech to accept some spelling bee reward…

"Then I look down, and I realize there's a phone... there." Chandler adds.

"Instead of...?" Joey furrows his brow.

"That's right." Chandler continues the story but…

"What kind of phone?" Curious, Medea asks as she sits between both Monica and Chandler.

"Well…" Chandler leans in whispering it.

"Huh…not bad." Medea gives him that.

"I know right?" Chandler smirks slightly.

"Never had that dream." Joey exclaims.

"No." Phoenix exclaims as she sits on her knees folding a piece of appear into a fortunate reader.

"All of a sudden, the phone starts to ring. Now I don't know what to do, everybody starts looking at me." Chandler continues the tale as Medea notes Phoebe looking for a pen.

"And they weren't looking at you before?!" Monica gawks gaping as Medea takes out a pen from her breast pocket passing it over to Phoebe.

"Finally, I figure I'd better answer it, and it turns out it's my mother, which is very-very weird, because- she never calls me!" Chandler says just as the door opens and Phoebe nods her head grateful as Medea smiling shyly back.

"Hi." The group turn to the man drenched in rain, a umbrella between hi legs bowing his head as the rain pours outside.

"This guy says hello, I wanna kill myself." Joey huffs only to wince from the soft slap from the back of his head by Medea sat on the armchair of the seat Joey is on.

"Are you still moping?" Medea sighs.

"Are you still screwing over your friends?" Furious, Ross glares at her earning an eyeroll from Medea.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Softly, Monica asks as Medea notes Joey's look of concern sent her way from Ross' response but she shrugs, simply brushing it off, it's not the first time nor would it be the last…

"I just feel like someone reached down my throat, grabbed my small intestine, pulled it out of my mouth and tied it around my neck..." Ross recites as Medea rolls her eyes exasperated.

"Still moping." Medea mutters sipping her drink as Joey wraps his arm around her waist bringing her into a side hug of sorts making her freeze briefly by it.

"Cookie?" Chandler offers as Medea smoothly slides Joey's arm off her she knew the sentimental meaning but had no need for it.

"You could have at least gone easy on me." Miserably, Ross turns to Medea sitting down on the sofa.

"Hey not my fault Carol hired me." Medea shrugs.

"You could have said no." Ross rebukes.

"Say no to the money she was offering please…" Scoffing, Medea shakes her head amused almost at it.

"How much was it?" Curious, Chandler asks.

"I'll say this, four zeroes." Smugly, Medea smirks earning a firm frown from Ross.

"Five zeroes that's worthless!" Confused, Joey argues as Medea simply stares the clearly confused Joey.

"…Yes Joey worthless. I did it all to annoy Ross." Dryly, Medea rolls her eyes sipping her tea.

"I knew it!" Ross points at her making her sigh.

"Oh for the…I'm being sarcastic." Snippily, she huffs.

"Carol moved her stuff out today…" Tentatively, Monica fills the others in.

"Ohh." Joey says.

"Maybe someone should get Ross a coffee." Monica turns to give Medea a look.

"Thanks." Ross turns to smile at the furrowed frown of Medea.

"Why are you looking at me?" Medea queries confused.

"Well I mean…you could pay…" Ross huffs deflating making Medea scowl.

"It would be the nice thing to do." Politely, Monica hints.

"Urgh fine…" Frowning, Medea gets up from her seat stomping over to the coffee bar.

"Can I have a muffin to?" Tenderly, Ross asks peering over the sofa.

"Fine." Frowning, she snatched the closest one to her.

"Can my coffee be a Neapolitan cappuccino, More Cappa than Chino. Make sure I get a cho-" Ross begins but…

"You're getting blueberry." Sternly, she snaps slamming the plate of coffee and the muffing beofre him.

"Ooh! Oh!" Phoenix gasps and she starts to pluck at the air just in front of Ross.

"No, no don't! Stop cleansing my aura! No, just leave my aura alone, okay?" Ross snaps scowling at Phoebe.

"Fine! Be murky!" Mad, Phoebe huffs.

"I'll be fine, alright? Really, everyone. I hope she'll be very happy." Ross huffs softly sipping his coffee or about to when…

"No you don't." Monica scoffs.

"No I don't, to hell with her, she left me!" Mad, Ross snaps scowling.

"And you never knew she was a lesbian..." Joey leans forward furrowing his brow.

"Joey…" Medea returns to his side sighing at him.

"No! Okay?! Why does everyone keep fixating on that? She didn't know, how should I know?" Frustrated, Ross demands from his friends fuming.

"Sometimes I wish I was a lesbian..." Chandler sighs softly as all eyes fall to him.

"Did I say that out loud?" Chandler asks as he turns to Medea.

"Yes. Yes you did." Bluntly, Medea answers.

"I told mom and dad last night, they seemed to take it pretty well." Ross offers optimistically.

"Oh really, so that hysterical phone call I got from a woman at sobbing 3:00 A.M., "I'll never have grandchildren, I'll never have grandchildren." was what? A wrong number?" Monica huffs.

"Sorry." Ross bows his head.

"You could always adopt." Medea offers optimistically as Phoebe nods her head in agreement.

"Alright Ross, look. You're feeling a lot of pain right now. You're angry. You're hurting. Can I tell you what the answer is?" Joey smirks smugly as Medea simply scowls.

"Don't…" Warningly, Medea begins but…

"Strip joint! C'mon, you're single! Have some hormones!" Happily, Joey cheers raising his hands up in the air.

"Urgh…" Medea groans.

"Aw come on don't be such a prude." Playfully, Joey huffs.

"The man just got out of a divorce do you really think his first thought who else can I shag?" Scowling, Medea huffs.

"…Well yeah." Joey shrugs.

"Urgh…" Medea groans.

"I don't want to be single, okay? I just... I just- I just wanna be married again!" Ross whimpers weakly as just then a woman in a wedding dress suddenly storms in.

"And I just want a million dollars!" Chandler extends his hand hopeful but…

"And I just want out of this situation." Seriously, Medea mutters attempting to sue her had to hide her face much to Joey's confusion.

"Rachel?!" Mystified, Monica turns to the blushing bride.

"Oh God Monica hi Medea hey!" Rachel rushes over to Monica hugging her only then to take note of the woman, her leg over the other crouching curling in on Hershel hiding herself almost.

"…Hi." Reluctantly, she greets her.

"Thank God! I just went to your building and you weren't there and then this guy with a big hammer said you might be here and you are, you are!" Amazed, Rachel beams brightly at the sight of her.

"Can I get you some coffee?" The waitress wanders over.

"De-caff." Monica tells the waitress who leaves to go get coffee for the group.

"Okay, everybody, this is Rachel, another Lincoln High survivor. This is everybody, this is Chandler, and Phoebe, and Joey. You remember Medea?" Merrily, Monica gestures to the girl silently sipping her drink.

"Medea hey! You…weren't you meant to be at the wedding?" Confused, Rachel points out.

"My parents did get an invite." Casually, Medea responds.

"Wait didn't you?" Worried, Rachel places her hand on her chest concerned.

"Oh no I did. I just didn't go." Bluntly, Medea answers.

"Oh…" Rachel exclaims.

"You got an invite?" Mad, Monica turns to hiss harshly at her.

"She was too busy ruining my life." Miserably, Ross grumbles.

"Oh let that go would you?" Huffing, she waves him off.

"You're my friend." Frowning, he argues annoyed.

"And that's my job not my fault you decided to get hitched." Haughtily, Medea mutters.

"I was in love...!" Ross scowls at her.

"And look where that got you…" Medea softly sips her drink.

"You remember my brother Ross?" Monica smiles strained at Rachel.

"Hi, sure!" Smiling, Rachel turns to Ross.

"Hi." Shyly, Ross smiles. They go to hug but Ross's umbrella opens, startling him as the two are thrown back by it.,

"So you wanna tell us now, or are we waiting for four wet bridesmaids?" Monica asks once Rachel is settled and Ross sits back down defeated. Sympathetically, Joey pats his back.

"Oh God... well, it started about a half hour before the wedding. I was in the room where we were keeping all the presents, and I was looking at this gravy boat. This really gorgeous Lamauge gravy boat. When all of a sudden- " Rachel begins her tale as Medea already rolls her eyes exasperated just as the waitress that brought her coffee comes back.

"Sweet 'n' Lo?" Rachel asks as the waitress furrows her brow looking ready to toss the boiling hot substance on her if not for the twenty smoothly slide over to her plate making her turn to Medea, who simply gives her the coffee and returns to work.

"I realized that I was more turned on by this gravy boat than by Barry! And then I got really freaked out, and that's when it hit me: how much Barry looks like Mr. Potato Head. Y'know, I mean, I always knew looked familiar, but... Anyway, I just had to get out of there, and I started wondering 'Why am I doing this, and who am I doing this for?' So anyway, I just didn't know where to go, I thought of Medea but…she wasn't at the wedding then I thought about you." Rachel turns to Monica after gesturing to Medea as Rachel passes the sugar to Ross who obediently opens it for her pouring the sugar pack in.

"Second choice great just great…" Monica mutters miserably under her breath bitterly.

"Be grateful you're not the first…" Firmly, Medea tells Monica.

"And I know that you and I have kinda drifted apart, but you're the only person aside from Medea I knew who lived here in the city." Calmly, Rachel gestures to Monica.

"Who wasn't invited to the wedding." Monica mutters under her breath bitterly sat on top of the sofa.

"You're not missing out on much." Medea offers.

"Apparently…" Monica huffs.

"Ooh, I was kinda hoping that wouldn't be an issue..." Rachel sighs softly.

"Not one bit…" Bitterly, Monica mutters as the group head back to the apartment…

"Now I'm guessing that he bought her the big pipe organ, and she's really not happy about it." Monica reasons as she points to her screen showing the telenovela while Medea has paperwork on her lap, tending to it.

"Probably something to do with cheating…" Curtly, Medea mutters firmly focusing on her work.

"Tuna or egg salad? Decide!" Chandler tries to do the woman on screen's voice.

"I'll have whatever Christine is having." Ross says in a deep voice.

"Daddy, I just... I can't marry him! I'm sorry. I just don't love him. Well, it matters to me!" Meanwhile, Rachel is in the kitchen part of the apartment on the phone pacing back and forth.

"If I let go of my hair, my head will fall off." Phoebe exclaims as she smiles at the screen showing one girl tugging at another's hair.

"Ooh, she should not be wearing those pants." Chandler grimaces as the two girls approach the top of the stairs.

"I say push her down the stairs." Joey hollers.

"Push her down the stairs! Push her down the stairs! Push her down the stairs!" Together, the group holler Medea joining in, raising her pen up in the air as she has her eyes still firmly on the paperwork in her lap as the woman on screen is pushed down the stairs and everyone cheers.

"C'mon Daddy, listen to me! It's like, it's like, all of my life, everyone has always told me, 'You're a shoe! You're a shoe, you're a shoe, you're a shoe!'. And today I just stopped and I said, 'What if I don't wanna be a shoe? What if I wanna be a- a purse, y'know? Or a- or a hat! No, I'm not saying I want you to buy me a hat, I'm saying I am a ha- It's a metaphor, Daddy!" Mad, Rachel slams her heel against the group fuming at her attempt of an explanation as all eyes turn to the fuming bride.

"You can see where he'd have trouble." Ross remarks eyeing Rachel.

"Look Daddy, it's my life. Well maybe I'll just stay here with Monica." Rachel places her hands on her hips alarming a fair few.

"Well, I guess we've established who's staying here with Monica..." Monica remarks.

"Well, maybe that's my decision. Well, maybe I don't need your money. Wait! Wait, I said maybe!" Panicked, Rachel cries as next she knew her father hung up and she was breathing into a paper bag.

"Just breathe, breathe.. that's it. Just try to think of nice calm things..." Gently, Monica rubs her back trying to console the panicked girl.

"Raindrops on roses and rabbits and kittens, bluebells and sleighbells and- something with mittens... La la la la...something and noodles with string. These are a few..." Phoebe attempts to sing trying to ease her worries while both girls turn to stare at her.

"I'm all better now." Rachel smiles strained at the blonde.

"I helped!" Happily, Phoebe beams brightly turning to Medea sat on the kitchen table, trying to finish the last of her work when noting the blonde's bright bream bringing a small smile to her own lips while the boys look over at the wrapped food before them, trying to make their own sandwich.

"That you did Phoebe that you did." Medea gently pats the girl's back, brushing the stray breadcrumbs from Joey's sandwich above off her paperwork.

"Okay, look, this is probably for the best, y'know? Independence. Taking control of your life. The whole, 'hat' thing." Tenderly, Monica brushes a stray strand of hair out of Rachel's eye.

"And hey, you need anything, you can always come to Joey. Me and Chandler live across the hall. And he's away a lot." Smirking, Joey places his hand on Rachel's shoulder sandwich in hand as Medea stands from her seat scowling at Joey's smug seductive smirk sent Rachel's way.

"Bad Joey." Medea swiftly snatches the sandwich from him.

"Hey that's mine!" Joey whines seeing her take a bite out of it.

"And it's her wedding day!" Medea sternly scowls at Joey.

"It was…" Joey shrugs only to see her sharp scowl.

"Joey, stop hitting on her! It's her wedding day!" Monica joins in equally as annoyed at him.

"What, like there's a rule or something?" Scowling, he turns to Medea for an answer only to whine weakly from the soft slap to the back of his head as she takes another bite from the sandwich he made as just then the door buzzer sounds.

"Please don't do that again, it's a horrible sound." Sighing, Chandler answers the buzzer.

"It's, uh, it's Paul." Nervously, Paul responds alerting the others.

"Oh God, is it 6:30? Buzz him in!" Insistently, Monica panics.

"Who's Paul?" Puzzled, Joey queries turning o Medea once more making her sigh.

"Paul the Wine Guy, Paul?" Ross turns to Monica.

"Maybe." Meekly, Monica smiles.

"Wait. Your 'not a real date' tonight is with Paul the Wine Guy?" Joey gawks.

"He finally asked you out?" Ross beams brightly happy for his little sister.

"Yes!" Monica cheers.

"Ooh, this is a Dear Diary moment." Chandler shoves his hands into his pockets shyly taking the sandwich from Medea taking a bite of his own from it.

"Rach, wait, I can cancel..." Monica turns to the bridge.

"Please, no, go, that'd be fine! Medea will look after me." Feebly, Rachel whimpers.

"Say what now?" Alarmed, Medea furrows her brow at the thought.

"Are, are you okay? I mean, do you want me to stay?" Monica turns to Ross.

"That'd be good..." Ross with a choked voice answers.

"Really?" Horrified, Monica gasps.

"No, go on! It's Paul the Wine Guy!" Ross beams brightly pushing Monica towards the door.

"What does that mean? Does he sell it, drink it, or just complain a lot?" Puzzled, Phoebe turns to the confused Chandler turning to Joey who then turns to Medea feeling all eyes on her as she sighs.

"He most likely transports wine or sells it…" Tiredly, Medea responds as Monica goes to change

"Guys this is Paul the wine guy!" Merrily, Monica reveals opening the door for the man only for the date himself to stare stunned at the line of people waiting him.

"Hey, Paul!" The group chorus as Medea makes her way back over to her work.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch your name Paul was it?" Drily, Chandler remarks.

"Come sit down." Monica tells him as he does so while she goes to do some finishing touches on herself.

"Hey Paul…" Smirking, Joey saunters over to Paul.

"Yeah?" Paul turns to him.

"Here's a little tip, she really likes it when you rub her neck in the same spot over and over and over again until it starts to get a little red." Risqué, Joey advises him only to squeak slightly from the harsh tug of his collar by a firmly frowning Medea.

"Ignore him he was dropped as a baby…" Medea tells Paul.

"One time…!" Joey huffs slumping his shoulders pouting.

"So Rachel, what're you, uh... what're you up to tonight?" Ross asks her.

"Well, I was kinda supposed to be headed for Aruba on my honeymoon, so nothing!" Rachel smiles sadly.

"Right, you're not even getting your honeymoon, God... No, no, although, Aruba, this time of year... talk about your -big lizards... Anyway, if you don't feel like being alone tonight, Joey and Chandler are coming over to help me put together my new furniture." Ross reveals to her.

"Yes, and we're very excited about it." Deadpanned, Chandler exclaims.

"Well actually thanks, but I think I'm just gonna hang out here tonight. It's been kinda a long day. Since Monica isn't here Medea will keep me company." Chirpily, Rachel beams brightly at the girl freezing from the sudden spotlight of expectation on her.

"Say what now?" Alarmed, Medea furrows her brow.

"Okay, sure." Disappointed, Ross sighs sadly.

"Hey Pheebs, you wanna help?" Joey turns to Phoebe.

"Oh, I wish I could, but I don't want to." Truthfully, Phoebe responds.

"Okay no you know what?" Medea smiles strained stacking up her papers.

"What?" Ross and Rachel turn to her.

"Ross I feel so, so, so terribly bad for what I did to you I'll help you out with your apartment." Earnestly, Medea places her hand on the taller male's shoulder smiling up at him.

"You…you mean it?" Hopeful, he asks.

"Of course because we're friends." Firmly, she nods her head patting his shoulder before stepping back.

"And you're also terrified of dealing with bridezilla…" Chandler mutters only to wince from the sharp stab of an elbow hitting his gut, swiftly silencing him as Monica and Paul head out on their date while Medea manages to escape the emotional mess that was Rachel.

"I'm supposed to attach a brackety thing to the side things, using a bunch of these little worm guys. I have no bracket thing, I see no whim guys whatsoever and- I cannot feel my legs." Ross rants to himself crouched down tool in hand looking over at the panels.

"I can make out some of the Swedish…" Sighing, Medea mutters pacing back and forth furrowing her brow in her own little world while Joey and Chandler are finishing assembling the bookcase.

"I'm thinking we've got a bookcase here." Joey places his hands on his hips pleased.

"It's a beautiful thing." Chandler nods his head in agreement at the beauty.

"What's this?" Joey furrows his brow picking up the leftover piece.

"I would have to say that is an 'L'-shaped bracket." Chandler hums eyeing it.

"Which goes where?" Joey asks Chandler.

"I have no idea." Chandler responds just as Joey checks that Ross is not looking and dumps it in a plant.

"Done with the bookcase!" Joey bellows beaming brightly.

"All finished!" Chandler agrees as the two stop in their tracks snapping out of their train of through to turn to the two.

"This was Carol's favourite beer. She always drank it out of the can, I should have known." Siffling, Ross raises the beer can in the air as Medea walks by swiftly stealing it, taking a small sip of it much to the shock and slight relief of the boys.

"Hey-hey-hey-hey, if you're gonna start with that stuff we're outta here." Joey warns Ross.

"Yes, please don't spoil all this fun." Chandler exclaims.

"Ross, let me ask you a question. She got the furniture, the stereo, the good TV- what did you get?" Curious, Joey asks.

"You guys." Ross responds.

"Oh, God. How could you do that?" Chandler gawks.

"You really screwed him over." Joey agrees as he turns to Medea muttering under her breath screwdriver in hand firmly focusing on the task at hand beer bottle to the side.

"Hey not my fault I'm good at my job." Medea mutters eyeing the brackets below her.

"Don't take pride in it!" Ross whines at her.

"Look I'm making up to you for it now." Sighing, she gestures to the brackets.

"Oh really then where's my TV?" Ross demands from her.

"With your ex-wife." Unapologetic, she answers.

"Where's my sofa?" Sternly, Ross demands from her.

"With your ex-wife." Smoothly, she repeats.

"Where's my…?" Ross begins but…

"Whatever you're going to say you know I'm just going to say ex wife." Tiredly, she cuts him off.

"It's not fair!" Whining, Ross slams his foot on the ground.

"Life isn't fair Ross but moping about it isn't going to help matters now pass me that L shaped bracket?" Unsure, Medea mutters eyeing the instruments in her hands.

"L shaped bracket?" Befuddled, Ross furrows his brow befuddled as both boys share a look lost and alarmed.

"Uhhh…" Both boys share a look until…

"I'm divorced! I'm only 26 and I'm divorced!" Ross cries out pacing back and forth.

"Shut up!" Joey snaps at him.

"We can only take so much of this mope show!" Scowling, Medea agrees.

"You divorced me!" Mad, he points at Medea.

"She paid me! It's my job get over it!" Irritated, she snaps back at him.

"You must stop!" Stressed, Chandler hits what he is working on with a hammer and it collapses.

"That only took me an hour." Ross whimpers weakly.

"And now it's going to take another hour if you don't stop moaning." Medea huffs.

"Look, Ross, you gotta understand, between us we haven't had a relationship that has lasted longer than a Mento. Medea over here has never had a date." Chandler reminds Ross making Medea scowl.

"Heeeey!" Mad, Medea huffs as he passes her a beer.

"You know it's true." Chandler says.

"Urgh…" Medea rolls her eyes opening another can of beer.

"You, however have had the love of a woman for four years. Four years of closeness and sharing at the end of which she ripped your heart out, and that is why we don't do it! I don't think that was my point!" Panicked, Chandler turns to Medea.

"But it's a valid point. Look Ross I've seen where marriage goes did I or did I not warn you when you were about to go down that aisle?" Medea agrees as she drapes her arm over Ross's shoulder or at the least tries to bring him down briefly reminding him.

"You did…" Ross bows his head.

"Exactly, and you still went through with it. This is all on you not us so stop bringing us into this shallow fest of yours and let's just get this over with." Smirking, she gently pats his shoulder before removing herself from him.

"You know what the scariest part is? What if there's only one woman for everybody, y'know?" Miserably, Ross bows his head earning a groan from Medea.

"Oh for the…not this bull again." Annoyed, Medea mutters sipping her beer.

"I mean what if you get one woman- and that's it?" Ross continues on regardless.

"Ross there are plenty of fish in the sea and for the love of soul mates don't exist you want to know why, Let's start by assuming that, if soul mates do exist, they are selected at random at birth. If they're within the same general age group, you're left with about half a billion potential companions from all over the world. That means you would probably have to travel to every remote pocket of the planet, because that one out of a half a billion likely didn't go to your high school. The person might not even speak the same language as you do. Hell, say you make eye contact with around 30 or 40 strangers a day; if just 10 percent of those individuals were in your age group, you would become acquainted with 50,000 people in your lifetime who are prospective soul mates. But remember: you're looking for one in half a billion, so at this rate, "you would find true love only in one lifetime out of 10,000." If that sounds pretty impossible to you, that's because it is. The odds are not in your favour, whatsoever. Therefore, soulmates don't exist." Logistically, Medea explains to him, his hues widening when hearing her words and sheer intensity of it.

"Unfortunately, in my case, there was only one woman- for her..." But, Ross continues moping.

"Oh for the love of…!" Fed up, Medea slams her beer on the ground as Chandler pulls her back before she does anything rash.

"What are you talking about? 'One woman'? That's like saying there's only one flavour of ice cream for you. Lemme tell you something, Ross. There's lots of flavours out there. There's Rocky Road, and Cookie Dough, and Bing! Cherry Vanilla. You could get 'em with Jimmies, or nuts, or whipped cream! This is the best thing that ever happened to you! You got married, you were, like, what, eight? Welcome back to the world! Grab a spoon!" Smiling, Joey reminds him offering him a beer…

"I honestly don't know if I'm hungry or horny." Honestly, Ross confesses alarming both Chandler and Medea.

"Stay out of my freezer!" Firmly, Chandler orders.

"Grab a spoon. Do you know how long it's been since I've grabbed a spoon? Do the words 'Billy, don't be a hero' mean anything to you?" Ross huffs at Joey sat between the blinds brow furrowed with Chandler sat slumped on the wall of cupboard and Medea sat on the other side of him leant against the wall listening to Ross.

"Great story! But, I uh, I gotta go, I got a date with Andrea-Angela-Andrea..." Struggling, Joey removes himself from the counter as he turns to Medea.

"Angela's the screamer, Andrea has cats." Calmly, Medea reminds him.

"Right. Thanks. It's June. I'm outta here" Joey beams brightly before saluting leaving Ross alone as Chandler follows leaving the two alone.

"Look…Ross…" Timidly, Medea begins brow furrowed struggling, crossing her arms over her chest as she tries to step forward faltering briefly before composing herself.

"What now? You going to take my clothes from me to? Y'know, here's the thing. Even if I could get it together enough to- to ask a woman out... who am I gonna ask?" Anguished, Ross confesses to her friend, her features falter briefly.

"Look if its anything I looked over you weren't a bad husband, it wasn't you that ended this marriage." Honestly, she confesses to her brother placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Wasn't it?" Sadly, he looks down at himself.

"Ross you can't help with what you were born with. Look I am sorry for what I did to you but this is a good thing, a new beginning for you, you weren't happy with Carol." Confidently, Medea tells him.

"And how would you know?" Ross queries.

"See you Ross." Medea turns away making his hues widen, he opens his mouth about to apologize only to falter when she leaves, leaving him alone to lick his wounds…

"Morning…" Medea mutters as she enters Monica's room, a bag over her shoulder holding a coffee cup to go and file in her hand. Maeda wears a purplish red turtleneck with a black trench coat of sorts over it wearing a pair of black trousers and black heels with faint accents of burgundy. Her ruby red locks are held up into a messy bun of sorts as she sips her coffee coming into the apartment to see the others in their casual gear.

"Morning…" Chandler and Joey chorus the boys are sat around the table.

"Is Ross here I'm meant to give him this?" Medea asks showing said file.

"What is it?" Rachel asks curious.

"Just some paperwork nothing much…" Aloofly, she places the paperwork down.

"Isn't this amazing? I mean, I have never made coffee before in my entire life!" Rachel beams brightly as she strides out of her room, getting to the kitchen counter.

"Ah you're still here…" Medea mutters, eyeing the girl.

"That I am! Isn't this amazing! Here!" Happily, she offers her a cup of coffee.

"No thanks already have my own." Medea shows said coffee cup.

"Oh okay here Chandler, Joey you get one too!" Rachel gives the two their coffee.

"That is amazing." Chandler eyes the cup.

"Congratulations." Cheerily, Joey beams brightly at her.

"Y'know, I figure if I can make coffee, there isn't anything I can't do." Determined, Rachel places her hands on her hips.

"If can invade Poland, there isn't anything I can't do." Dryly, Chandler remarks.

"Listen, while you're on a roll, if you feel like you gotta make like a Western omelette or something..." Smirking Joey begins but soon falters from he and Chandler tasting the coffee, grimace, and pour it into a plant pot.

"Although actually I'm really not that hungry..." Smoothly, Joey dismisses, earning an eyeroll from Medea.

"Oh good, Lenny and Squidgy are here." Monica sturts into her apartment exiting out of her room eyeing the boys around the table.

"And where's my nickname don't I get one?" Playfully, Medea feigns hurt, a hand upon her chest.

"You haven't proven yourself to be as annoying yet…" Monica remarks as Medea gets out a stack from her bag earning a furrowed frown from Joey.

"So there's still time." Teasingly, Medea remarks plopping a cigarette in her hand.

"Oh there is." Irritated, Monica swiftly snitches said cigarette from her lips plopping it in the bin.

"Come on!" Medea grumbles glaring playfully at Monica.

"Morning." The group jolt up at the voice turning to…

"Morning, Paul." Playfully, Joey smirks at him.

"Hello, Paul." Rachel greets him.

"Hi, Paul, is it?" Cheekily, Chandler smirks.

"…You get the gist." Dryly, Medea mutters sipping the coffee cup in her hand.

Monica and Paul walk to the door and talk in a low voice so the others can't hear. Medea leans against the kitchen counter attempting to enjoy her coffee until flinching from the low groan of the table grinding against the floor seeing the others move Monica's table closer to the door so that they can overhear.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Paul takes her hands shaking them relieved.

"Stop!" Monica giggles giddily.

"No, I'm telling you last night was like umm, all my birthdays, both graduations, plus the barn raising scene in Witness." Paul tells her.

"We'll talk later." Monica leans in.

"Yeah. Thank you." Paul smiles before leaving the lovestruck Monica, heading to work.

"That wasn't a real date?! What the hell do you do on a real date?" Dubiously, Joey smirks smugly only to whine from another soft smack to he back of his head. He holds his head pouting playfully glaring at the unapologetic Medea.

"Shut up, and put my table back." Monica smiling brushes the boy off.

"Okayyy!" The trio complying moving the table back to its position.

"All right, kids, I gotta get to work. If I don't input those numbers... it doesn't make much of a difference..." Chandler announces.

"Yeah I should get going to mine while Chandler may not make a difference as we've seen with Ross mine makes quite the difference." Jokingly, Medea remarks swirling her cup of coffee slightly, having placed the file to the side before turning to leave.

"Do you enjoy seeing them suffer?" Curious, Chandler asks her.

"Eh sometimes…" Smiling, Medea shrugs smirking slightly, a glint gleaming in her hues.

"So, like, you guys all have jobs?" Rachel asks amazed almost at the group.

"Yeah, we all have jobs. See, that's how we buy stuff." Smiling, Monica responds.

"Yeah, I'm an actor." Joey boasts.

"Wow! Would I have seen you in anything?" Rachel asks as both Chandler and Medea share a small smirk.

"I doubt it. Mostly regional work." Aloofly, Joey remarks.

"Oh wait, wait, unless you happened to catch the Reruns' production of Pinocchio, at the little theatre in the park." Perkily, Monica throws in.

"Look, it was a job all right?" Defensively, Joey huffs.

"Look, Geppetto, I'm a real live boy.' Mockingly, Medea gasps hands on her hips earning a playful glare from Joey.

"I will not take this abuse. I could have you for l-libbel!" Struggling, Joey arises from his seat pointing playfully at her before he walks to the door and opens it to leave.

"It's Slander sweetie." Smirking, Medea corrects him looking over at her nails.

"You're right, I'm sorry. "Once I was a wooden boy, a little wooden boy..." Cheerily, Chandler bursts into song, dancing out of the apartment leaving a angry Joey in his wake.

"You should three know, that he's a dead man. Oh, Chandler?" Cheerily, Joey calls out to him before taking off.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I suppose I should stop a murder." Medea smirks smugly at the two saluting them before taking off, hoping to stop the two from anything rash beofre getting to work, leaving the two alone as Rachel wonders what her next step is while Monica gushes over her latest date with Paul, the wine guy.

"Of course it was a line!" Joey chuckles stretching his arms out as he sits on top of the sofa, Medea below him as the two turn to Monica having revealed the trick that Paul performed to get her into bed.

"For once Joey's right. Which is not something you get to say every day." Impressed, Medea remarks as Joey smirks smugly nodding his head proud almost at the achievement.

"Why?! Why? Why, why would anybody do something like that?" Mystified, Monica paces back and forth fuming.

"I assume we're looking for an answer more sophisticated than 'to get you into bed'. Ross remarks sat on the far seat reading a newspaper.

"I hate men! I hate men!" Monica huffs plopping herself down on the seat.

"Oh no, don't hate, you don't want to put that out into the universe." Phoebe tells her.

"Is it me? Is it like I have some sort of beacon that only dogs and men with severe emotional problems can hear?" Monica grumbles.

"All right, c'mere, gimme your feet." Phoebe huffs about to reach for said feet.

"Phoebe no." Gently, Medea takes her hands stopping her.

"I just thought he was nice, y'know?" Monica sighs sadly.

"I can't believe you didn't know it was a line!" Joey snickers shaking his head only to wince from the sharp pinch from Medea and Monica pushes him off of the sofa.

"Guess what?" Beaming, Rachel enters with a shopping bag.

"You got a job?" Hopeful, Ross asks.

"Are you kidding? I'm trained for nothing! I was laughed out of twelve interviews today." Rachel huffs hands on hips.

"And yet you're surprisingly upbeat." Chandler takes note of.

"Stole daddy dearest card I take." Irritated, Medea mutters.

"You would be too if you found John and David boots on sale, fifty percent off!" Easily, Rachel ignores Medea, showing said goodies off.

"Oh, how well you know me..." Dryly, Chandler remarks.

"They're my new 'I don't need a job, I don't need my parents, I've got great boots' boots!

"Return them." Sternly, Medea tells her.

"Why?" Rachel furrows her brow by the firm frown on Medea.

"Because you need the first one to even have those boots." Bluntly, Medea deadpans.

"How'd you pay for them?" Monica tries to hint.

"Uh, credit card." Shyly, Rachel glances to the side, holding the boot close to her chest.

"And who pays for that?" Patiently, Monica tries to pry but…

"Um... my... father." Rachel bows her head as both Monica and Medea share a look as next Rachel knew…she was back in Monica's apartment with everyone sitting around the kitchen table. Rachel's credit cards are spread out on the table along with a pair of scissors.

"Oh God, come on you guys, is this really necessary? I mean, I can stop charging anytime I want." Rachel whines weakly staring solemnly at the cards.

"You don't expect to live off your parents your whole life." Monica scoffs.

"I know that. That's why I was getting married." Miserably, Rachel whimpers.

"Well you're not now are you?" Sternly, Medea slams the scissors into her hands.

"Give her a break, it's hard being on your own for the first time." Phoebe sighs at her friends.

"Thank you." Touched, Rachel smiles.

"You're welcome. I remember when I first came to this city. I was fourteen. My mom had just killed herself and my step-dad was back in prison, and I got here, and I didn't know anybody. And I ended up living with this albino guy who was, like, cleaning windshields outside port authority, and then he killed himself, and then I found aromatherapy. So believe me, I know exactly how you feel." Phoenix reassures the horrified looking Rachel.

"Anyway get to snipping." Sternly, Medea remains Rachel turning back to her cards.

"All right, you ready?" Monica asks Rachel.

"No. No, no, I'm not ready! How can I be ready? "Hey, Rach! You ready to jump out the airplane without your parachute?" Come on, I can't do this!" Terrified, Rachel whimpers holding the scissors in her hands.

"You can, I know you can!" Monica cheers her on.

"I don't think so." Shyly, Rachel bows her head.

"Come on, you made coffee! You can do anything!" Ross roars as Chandler slowly tries to hide the now dead plant from that morning when he and Joey poured their coffee into it.

"C'mon, cut. Cut, cut, cut,..." Impatiently, Medea chants as the others soon join in as slowly but surely she manages to cut one…

"Y'know what? I think we can just leave it at that. It's kinda like a symbolic gesture..." Rachel reasons smiling softly slowly lowering the scissors but…

"Rachel! That was a library card! Now cut!" Coldly, Medea snatches her wrist stopping her.

"Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.." The group chant as Medea gives her one of her cards as she slowly begins cutting…

"Y'know, if you listen closely, you can hear a thousand retailers scream." Chandelier remarks as finally she finishes cutting them up and they all cheer.

"Welcome to the real world! It sucks. You're gonna love it!" Merrily, Monica cheers as she hugs her.

"Well, that's it. You gonna crash on the couch?" Monica turns to Ross after the show ends.

"No. No, I gotta go home sometime." Sadly, Ross smiles.

"You be okay?" Monica asks.

"Yeah." Ross smiles sadly.

"Hey Mon, look what I just found on the floor." Rachel shows some watch on the floor.

"That's Paul's watch. You just put it back where you found it. Oh boy. Alright. Goodnight, everybody." Cheerily, Monica smiles turning to head to bed.

"Goodnight." The group chorus only to falter from the swift stamp of the foot hearing the crisp crack of glass breaking as Monica stomps on Paul's watch and goes into her room, done with the day and done with Paul the wine guy.

"I can't believe what I'm hearing this…" Honestly, Joey says hurt almost as he sits around the coffee table with the guys.

"I can't believe what I'm hearing here..." Phoebe strums her guitar.

"What? I-I said you had a-" Monica begins brow furrowed.

"What I said you had..." Phoebe sings softly.

"Would you stop?" Sighing, Monica turns to Phoebe.

"Oh, was I doing it again?" Phoebe asks.

"Yes!" The group chorus.

"I said that you had a nice butt, it's just not a great butt." Monica states the fact.

"Oh, you wouldn't know a great butt if it came up and bit ya." Joey huffs crossing his arms over his chest.

"There's an image." Dryly, Medea mutters sipping her coffee.

"Medea back me up here." Joey turns to her.

"I'm not having this conversation with you again Joey." Drained, Medea sighs softly, she still couldn't believe she had this conversation in the first place with him, hangovers can be tiring times…

"Again?" Monica furrows her brow befuddled.

"Don't ask." Medea mutters brow furrowed fatigued at the memory of the weeping Joey clinging to her as she froze screaming internally at the mess of a man she had to deal with.

"Would anybody like more coffee?" Rachel comes up to the gang mug of coffee in hand.

"Did you make it, or are you just serving it?" Chandler asks.

"I'm just serving it." Rachel responds.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll have a cup of coffee." Together, the group give in having their coffees refilled.

"Kids, new dream... I'm in Las Vegas." Chandler begins just as Rachel sits down to hear Chandler's dream.

"Ahh, miss? More coffee?" One of the customers call out.

"Ugh. Excuse me, could you give this to that guy over there?" Rachel hands him the coffee pot.

"Sorry. Okay, Las Vegas." Rachel turns back to Chandelier's story.

"Ok...ay, so, I'm in Las Vegas... I'm Liza Minelli…"