"Ooh! Look! Look! Look! Look, there's Joey's picture! This is so exciting!" Eagerly, Rachel cheers as she holds the pamphlet in her hand as everyone lines up taking a seat in the theatre in their casual attire with Medea wearing a snow-white dress shirt with a olive tie matching her olive green heels with accents of glistening gold.

"You can always spot someone who's never seen one of his plays before. Notice, no fear, no sense of impending doom..." Chandler sighs softly at the leaflet.

"Don't forget the sense of your whole body wanting to shed its skin and flee." Medea adds as she leans back in her seat.

"Ah I always miss that one…" Chandler agrees as he waves his fingertip flippantly.

"The exclamation point in the title scares me. Y'know, it's not just Freud, it's Freud!" Phoebe points out.

"I think my main worry is the title itself…" Medea mutters brow furrowing from the thought of certain aspects of Freud.

"Oh, shhh, shh. Magic is about to happen." Softly, Monica shushes the others as the lights dim and the play begins…

"Vell, Eva, ve've done some excellent vork here, and I vould have to say, your pwoblem is qviiite clear…" Joey in his Freud attire addresses his client Eve on his seat with her lying on the couch as next Medea knew, she was sinking into her coach, shuddering, shaking, her bones quivered as she grimaces from Joey going into a song and dance number.

All you want is a dingle,

What you envy's a schwang,

A thing through which you can tinkle,

Or play with, or simply let hang...

"God. I feel violated…" Chandler grimaces holding himself as they endure the end of the play.

"Yeah, at least the play didn't match what it was based off." Optimistically, Medea points out.

"Did anybody else feel they just wanted to peel the skin off their body, to have something else to do?" Monica asks her friends.

"If it isn't finding eels testes then you should be fine." Frowning, Medea mutters.

"Excuse you?" Perturbed, Rachel reels back.

"Ross, ten o'clock." Chandler hisses.

"Is it? Feels like two." Truthfully, Ross looks down at his watch.

"No, ten o'clock." Chandler nudges him.

"What?" Ross furrows his brow befuddled.

"There's a beautiful woman at eight, nine, ten o'clock!" Fed up, Chandler snaps gesturing at the girl.

"Oh. Hel-lo!" Eagerly, Ross gushes over her.

"She's amazing! She makes the women that I dream about look like short, fat, bald men!" Chandler says in awe.

"Well, go over to her! She's not with anyone." Monica asserts pushing him forward.

"Oh yeah, and what would my opening line be? 'Excuse me. Blarrglarrghh.'" Chandler scoffs.

"Oh, c'mon. She's a person, you can do it!" Rachel cheers him on.

"Oh please, could she be more out of my league? Ross, back me up here." Chandler turns to Ross.

"He could never get a woman like that in a million years." Ross says smirking.

"Thank you, buddy." Chandler smiles sarcastically at him.

"Oh, oh, but y'know, you always see these really beautiful women with these really nothing guys, you could be one of those guys." Phoebe points out.

"You could do that!" Monica adds as she tries to cheer him on.

"Y'think?" Chandler remarks.

"If not it will at least make the girl's day." Medea offers.

"And ruin mine." Miserably, Chandler grumbles.

"Just do it." Fed up, Medea shoves Chandler forward making him gasp, stumbling forward towards her.

"Oh God, I can't believe I'm even considering this... I'm very very aware of my tongue...Here goes. Hey!" He walks over to her but just stands there like some sort of statue as just the Joey jogs over to his friends.

"Whadja think?" Hopeful, he turns to them.

"…Hey! You're in a play! I didn't know you could dance! You had a beard!" The others erupt chorusing it together.

"C'mon, you guys, it wasn't that bad. It was better than that thing I did with the trolls, at least you got to see my head." Joey groans furrowing his brow at them.

"Saw your head. Saw your head." The group chorus attempting to be optimistic.

"Okay how about this then Joey as someone who studied Freudian I can confidently say this, this play was fitting for how bizarre the source material is." Medea places her hand on Joey's shoulder.

"Y-You think so?" Smiling, he asks.

"Oh I know so…" Medea answers assuring him.

"She said yes! She said yes! Awful play, man. Whoa. Her name's Aurora, and she's Italian, and she pronounces my name 'Chand-lrr'. 'Chand-lrr'. I think I like it better that way. Oh, listen, the usher gave me this to give to you." Happily, Chandler cheers before quickly turning to Joey telling him the truth as he continues cheering then he fishes a card out of his pocket.

"What is it?" Rachel asks Chandler.

"The Estelle Leonard Talent Agency. Wow, an agency left me its card! Maybe they wanna sign me!" Joey deduces hopeful.

"They probably saw how desperate you were for work and saw it as their golden opportunity!" Medea reasons.

"Based on this play? ...Based on this play!" Phoebe furrows her brow befuddled before changing tune when noting Joey's furrowed frown as she forces a smile at her friend's win.

"Hey, kids." Cheerily, Chandler greets his friends as Medea watches Phoebe read Monica's palm.

"Hey." The group chorus as they reside in Monica's apartment.

"No, 'cause this line is passion, and this is... just a line." Phoebe points to Monica's hand.

"Well, I can't believe I've been here almost seven seconds and you haven't asked me how my date went." Chandler furrows his brow at them.

"Oh, right, right. How was your date, 'Chand-lrr'?" Monica decided to amuse him.

"It was unbelievable. I-I've never met anyone like her. She's had the most amazing life! She was in the Israeli army..." Eagerly, Chandler recites his tale to his friends.

"...Luckily none of the bullets hit the engine block. So, we made it to the border, but just barely, and I- ...I've been talking about myself all night long, I'm sorry. What about you? Tell me one of your stories." Smiling, she urges Chandler as the two sit around the coffee ship on their date of sorts.

"Alright. Once I got on the subway, right, and it was at night, and I rode it all the way to Brooklyn... just for the hell of it." Chandler offers his own scary story as Aurora smiles silently a still silence hangs heavily in the air between both of them.

"We talked 'til like two. It was this perfect evening... more or less…" Chandler tells his friends listening.

"...All of a sudden we realised we were in Yammon." Aurora continues her story changing topic.

"Oh, I'm sorry, so 'we' is?" Confused, Chandler furrows his brow befuddled.

"'We' would be me and Rick." Aurora answers.

"Who's Rick?" Joey intercept from the story but…

"Who's Rick?" Chandler repeats said question to Aurora.

"My husband." Aurora answers.

"Ooooohhh." Immediately, all of Chandler's friends reels back by the answer.

"Oh, so you're divorced?" Chandler assumes.

"No." Aurora answers.

"Oh, I'm sorry, then you're widowed?...Hopefully?" Chandler smiles strained.

"No, I'm still married." Aurora confirms confidently.

"So tell me, how do- how do you think your husband would feel about you sitting here with me?...Sliding your foot so far up my pant leg you can count the change in my pocket?" Perturbed, Chandler squeaks slightly.

"Don't worry. I imagine he'd be okay with you because really, he's okay with Ethan." Aurora assures Chandler.

"Ethan? There's, there's an Ethan?" Chandler probes perplexed.

"Mmmm... Ethan is my... boyfriend." Aurora answers.

"What?!" Everyone choruses confused listening to the tale.

"So explain something to me here, uh, what kind of a relationship do you imagine us having if you already have a husband and a boyfriend?" Befuddled, Chandler asks lost.

"I suppose mainly sexual." Smiling, Aurora answers.

"...Hm." Chandler responds.

"Oh. I'm sorry it didn't work out." Rachel assumes apologising to him however...

"What 'not work out'? I'm seeing her again on Thursday. Didn't you listen to the story?" Chandler argues.

"Didn't you listen to the story? I mean, this is twisted! How could you get involved with a woman like this?" Mystified, Monica demands.

"What's the problem?" Perplexed, Medea asks.

"What do you mean what's the problem?" Perturbed, Rachel turns to frown at her.

"Well if all parties are considering then this polycule is fine." Formally, Medea argues sure it was messy but with the correct rules and such they should be fine besides she had met people with these sorts of lifestyles it wasn't hurting anyone except themselves.

"Poly what?" Joey furrows his brow befuddled.

"More than one partner it isn't unheard of I knew of a polycule where the husband was sex repulsed so the wife had another partner to appease that side of her so long as the partners are considering its fine though I don't want to do the divorce if that happens, Polycules can be messy business sometimes." Sighing, Medea explains to the group calmly.

"Well, y'know, I had some trouble with it at first too, but the way I look at it is, I get all the good stuff: all the fun, all the talking, all the sex; and none of the responsibility. I mean, this is every guy's fantasy!" Firmly, Chandler disputes.

"True until you seek the emotional satisfaction of it which you will most likely never acquire." Aloofly, Medea asserts.

"Hey I thought you were on my side!" Cross, Chandler furrows his brow at Medea.

"I'm simply saying Polycules are tricky to keep balances, maintained and since she stated it would be purely physical that means you have no one to lay your emotional baggage on." Medea states the fact firmly.

"I don't lay my emotional baggage!" Chandler argues.

"Sure you don't nor do I." Medea smirks smugly at Chandler.

"Ross, is this your fantasy?" Frowning, Chandler turns to Ross.

"No, of course not!" Ross refuses while internally saying the opposite.

"You think it is at first but soon you'll want more it's what you lot always do." Medea huffs.

"So you guys don't mind going out with someone else who's going out with someone else?" Monica furrows her brow at them.

"I can't believe I'm hearing this…" Monica mutters.

"I couldn't do it." Joey confesses as he sits in the seat between the TV and couch, Medea perched upon the armchair of it.

"Good for you, Joey." Monica nods her head approvingly.

"When I'm with a woman, I need to know that I'm going out with more people than she is." Joey scoffs.

"…And you wonder why you're single." Scowling, Medea furrows her brow at him.

"Well, y'know, monogamy can be a, uh, tricky concept. I mean, anthropologically speaking-" Ross begins but falters from everyone pretending to sleep, Joey slumping his head on Medea's lap as she drapes around the rim of the sofa.

"Fine. Fine, alright, now you'll never know." Annoyed, Ross huffs.

"We're kidding. C'mon, tell us!" Monica jolts up as everyone magically wakes up.

"Yeah! C'mon!" The others urge him.

"Alright. There's a theory, put forth by Richard Leakey-" Ross continues only to falter further furrowing his brow by the group before him suddenly falling asleep once more…

"Tah-daaah!" Rachel suddenly spurts out from behind Monica's sofa as Chandler sturts into the empty apartment brow furrowing from the giddy girl.

"Are we greeting each other this way now? 'Cause I like that." Chandler remarks eyeing the girl.

"Look! I cleaned! I did the windows, I did the floors..." Rachel beams brightly just as the door then opens to…

"Dear god what have you done?" Medea mutters mortified.

"I even used all the attachments on the vacuum, except that little round one with the bristles, I don't know what that's for." Fowling, Rachel eyes the implement.

"Oh yeah, nobody knows. And we're not supposed to ask." Ross responds as he too enters the apartment.

"Well, whaddya think?" Rachel gestures to the apartment.

"Very clean! It looks great! Terrific!" The others chorus just as Monica enters.

"...Oh! I-I see you moved the green ottoman." Monica smiles strained.

"Uh-oh..." Everyone else chorus.

"How-how did that happen?" Monica stutters smiling strained.

"I dunno... I-I thought it looked better there. And I- and also, it's an extra seat around the coffee table." Rachel stutters scared.

"Yeah, yeah, it's interesting.. but y'know what? Just for fun, let's see what it looked like in the old spot. Alright, just to compare. Let's see. Well, it looks good there too. Let's just leave it there for a while." Pleased, Monica moves the seat back.

"I can't believe you tried to move the green ottoman." Phoebe chuckles shaking her head.

"You're lucky she hadn't a knife on her for pulling a stunt like that." Medea adds as Phoebe nods her head in agreement.

"Thank God you didn't try to fan out the magazines. I mean, she'll scratch your eyes right out." Chandler agrees.

"You guys, I am not that bad!" Monica huffs at them.

"Yeah, you are, Monica. Remember when I lived with you? Then I lived with Medea soon after." Phoebe gestures to the redhead.

"Yeah you left cause it was closer to work." Monica argues as both Medea and Phoebe share a look.

"Yeah, you were like, a little, y'know, Ree! Ree! Ree! Ree!" Phoebe tries to do psycho.

"I like to think she was more here's Monica!" Medea adds salt to the wound.

"That is so unfair!" Monica whines.

"Oh c'mon! When we were kids, yours was the only Raggedy Ann doll that wasn't raggedy!" Ross argues.

"Okay, so I'm responsible, I'm organised. But hey, I can be a kook." Monica defensively disputes.

"Alright, you madcap gal. Try to imagine this. The phone bill arrives, but you don't pay it right away." Ross gently sets Monica down.

"Why not?" Monica smiles strained.

"Yeah why not? This is about Monica and this is because you're a kook! Instead you wait until they send you a notice…" Ross adds further.

"I could do that." Monica smiles strained, her smile twitching tense.

"Okay, uh, you let me go grocery shopping, and I buy laundry detergent, but it's not the one with the easy-pour spout." Smirking, Rachel leans over the sofa she is seated on.

"Why would someone do that?! ...One might wonder." Monica gasps before faltering playing it off.

"Someone's left a glass on the coffee table. There's no coaster. It's a cold drink, it's a hot day. Little beads of condensation are inching their way closer and closer to the surface of the wood..." Chandler joins in on the fun.

"STOP IT! ...Oh my God. It's true! Who am I?" Monica screams holding her head horrified.

"Monica? You're Mom." Ross deduces as Monica gasps.

"Here's Monny." Medea smirks smugly as behind Phoebe does the ree ree sound just then Joey enters and he's on the phone.

"Uh huh... uh huh... oh my God! Okay! Okay, I'll be there!" He hangs up and turns to his friends.

"That was my agent. My agent has just gotten me a job...in the new Al Pacino movie!" Merrily, Joey tosses the phone quickly catching it excitedly.

"Oh my God! Whoah!" Everyone cheers.

"Well, what's the part?" Monica asks.

"Can you believe this? Al Pacino! This guy's the reason I became an actor! "I'm out of order? Pfeeeh. You're out of order! This whole courtroom's out of order!" Joey recites.

"Congrats Joey! I knew you'd get somewhere." Smiling, Medea places her hand on his shoulder.

"You mean it?" Joey perks up joyfully.

"…Sure." Medea shrugs.

"Seriously, what-what's the part?" Phoebe ponders.

"Just when I thought I was out…!" Joey continues reciting.

"C'mon, seriously, Joey, what's the part?" Ross probes.

"They pull me back in!" Joey continues making Medea furrow her brow.

"Joe come on…" Gently, Medea squeezes his shoulder snapping him out of his thoughts turning to her.

"...I'm his…" Joey begins but bows his head mumbling unable to look her in the eye.

"...You're, you're 'mah mah mah' what?" Rachel furrows her brow befuddled.

"...I'm his butt double. 'Kay? I play Al Pacino's butt. Alright? He goes into the shower, and then- I'm his butt!" Pained, Joey confesses removing himself from Medea miserable.

"Oh my God." Monica places her hand over her mouth muffling the small snicker threatening to break through.

"C'mon, you guys. This is a real movie, and Al Pacino's in it, and that's big!" Joey argues.

"Come on guys there are no small parts this could get you to become a butt model for all we know." Medea offers optimistically.

"A butt model?" Rachel snickers.

"Hey a model nonetheless." Sternly, Medea tells Rachel.

"Oh no, it's terrific, it's... it's... y'know, you deserve this, after all your years of struggling, you've finally been able to crack your way into showbusiness." Smirking, Chandler chuckles.

"Okay, okay, fine! Make jokes, I don't care! This is a big break for me!" Joey argues annoyed.

"You're right, you're right, it is...So you gonna invite us all to the big opening?" Ross asks as the group burst into a fitful of giggles while Medea simply sighs at her pained fried simply patting his back, trying to cheer him up with this opportunity…

"…"

"I need to borrow some moisturizer." Miserably, Joey enters with Monica's paper and hands it to her.

"For what?" Monica furrows her brow befuddled.

"Whaddya think? Today's the big day!" Defensively, Joey snaps scowling.

"Oh my God. Okay, go into the bathroom, use whatever you want, just don't ever tell me what you did in there." Monica repulsed turns her head away as she allows it.

"Thank you!" Joey goes into the bathroom Chandler enters with the phone.

"Hi Mrs Tribbiani oh right sorry sorry Gloria, I know, I know, thanks again for that lovely calzones they were lovely…yes, yes I am eating more, thank you for the concern…yes, yes I'm keeping an eye on Joey…Where's Joey? His mom's on the phone." Politely, Medea talks to the phone glued to her ear as she enters Monica's apartment as she takes the phone off her ear, chuckling coyly to herself before turning to furrow her brow at Monica hissing harshly at her.

"He's in the bathroom. I don't think you wanna go in there!" Monica tries to warn her however she brushes by him heading to the door.

"Oh she wants to speak to y-OH DEAR GOD! MY EYES! MY EYES!" Mortified, Medea calls out opening the door only then to scream startled.

"What is going on?! Who is being loud?" Chandler enters the apartment brow furrowed from the heaving Medea, bowing her head.

"I warned you..." Monica sighs softly patting her friend's back.

"Right…hey, listen, I wanna borrow a couple things, Aurora spent the night, I really wanna make her breakfast." Chandler confesses to Monica.

"Chandler…" Medea scowls at Chandler his hand over his mouth.

"What?" Confused, Chandler turns to Medea.

"What you two have is physical as agreed I doubt she wants breakfast in bed." Bluntly, Medea tells him how it is.

"That's what you think…" Chandler smirks smugly.

"Oh, you got the whole night, huh?" Rachel soon saunters in.

"Yeah, well, I only have twenty minutes until Ethan, so, y'know…" Casually, Chandler soon starts to raid the fridge.

"Ooh, do I sense a little bit of resentment?" Rachel raises a brow bemused.

"No, no resentment, believe me, it's worth it. 'Kay? Y'know in a relationship you have these key moments that you know you'll remember for the rest of your life? Well, every- single- second is like that with Aurora.. and I've just wasted about thirty-five of them talking to you people, so, uh... Monica, can you help me with the door?" Chandler asks as he has armloads of stuff.

"Sure. Oh, um, Chandler? Y'know, the-the old Monica would-would remind you to scrub that Teflon pan with a plastic brush...But I'm not gonna do that." Smugly, Monica points out as she opens the door gesturing to his stuff.

"Power to ya Mon. Joey will have to call you back Gloria, yeah, yeah, have a good day." Drained, Medea mutters raising her hand half-heartedly to her as she ends the call, wanting nothing more than to bleach her hues after seeing that…

"Look at it this way: you dumped her. Right? I mean, this woman was unbelievably sexy, and beautiful, intelligent, unattainable... Tell me why you did this again?" Ross smirks at the miserable Chandler just as Joey enters.

"Hey!" Everyone perks up at the sight of him.

"Hey, waitwait, aren't you the guy that plays the butt in the new Al Pacino movie?" Monica recognises playfully.

"Nope." Joey answers astonishing the others.

"No? What happened, big guy?" Ross furrows his brow befuddled.

"Big guy?"" Chandler furrows his brow by the nickname.

"It felt like a 'big guy' moment." Ross argues.

"I got fired." Frowning, Joey huffs.

"Oh!" The others furrow their brow at Joey.

"Yeah, they said I acted too much with it." Joey huffs.

"How do you act with your behind?" Befuddled, Medea furrows her brow baffled.

"I don't know! I told everybody about this! Now everybody's gonna go to the theatre, expecting to see me, and..." Anguished, Joey bows his head horrified.

"Oh, Joey, you know what, no-one is gonna be able to tell." Rachel reassures him.

"My mom will." Joey argues.

"Something so sweet and...disturbing about that." Chandler remarks.

"You could say you had surgery." Simply, she offers.

"You can do that?" Phoebe raises a brow befuddled.

"Probably, you can get a job for anything nowadays." Medea mutters.

"Y'know, I've done nothing but crappy plays for six years. And I finally get my shot, and I blow it!" Joey groans plopping down on a chair.

"Maybe this wasn't your shot." Monica offers.

"Yeah, I mean... I think when it's your shot, y'know, you-you know it's your shot. Did it... feel like your shot…?" Ross asks.

"Hard to tell, I was naked." Joey responds.

"No, I don't think this was your shot. I mean, I don't even think you just get one shot. I really believe big things are gonna happen for you, I do! You've gotta just keep thinking about the day that some kid is gonna run up to his friends and go 'I got the part! I got the part! I'm gonna be Joey Tribbiani's ass!'" Animatedly, Phoebe proclaims proudly to her friend.

"Yeah? That's so nice!" Touched, Joey hugs her.

"Yeah besides think about it like this every actor has done porn somewhere in there life you've taken your first step out there, branching out." Medea adds.

"I…I guess? Wait you think I'll be in one…?" Joey asks hopeful.

"One day maybe…" Medea offers.

"One day…" Determined, Joey smirks slightly at the thought as he opens his arms out to the unamused Medea.

"Hug me and you die." Deadpanned, Medea states scowling.

"Okay!" Unfazed, Joey beams brightly as he reels back from doing so smiling.

Quietly, Medea stands i the elevator as she crosses her arms over her chest, silently standing as the elevator descends down, Medea wears a coal black peacock with soft silver accents matching the silver accents of her black boots with black leggings. She stands tall, stoically staring ahead as her hue twitches tiredly from the soft hum of the man behind her which she gives a sharp glare to but he simply looks up from the ground smiling shyly back. She huffs turning back towards staring at the slammed shut door, having no time to deal with the lab coat wearing male with a black dress shirt and a brown tie with a slick silver clip attached to the side. He wears black trousers with black shoes with his hands clasped around the railing leaning back against it as they descend down to the ground floor that is until…

"The hell?" Medea curses as the lights are swiftly shut off.

"A blackout?" The male's grip tightens around the railing as he reaches out to Medea but…

"Bloody perfect just bloody perfect…." Medea mutters as she staggers forward from the jerk of the elevator.

"Y-You okay?" Concerned, the man asks Medea.

"Let's see a blackout just hit and I'm stuck with some stranger perfect just bloody perfect." Pointedly, Medea snaps scowling.

"Well…this stranger has tea." Teasingly, he smiles taking out the flask baffling her.

"I don't want tea." Tiredly, she scowls.

"I did not make tea for you. This is my tea." Satisfied, he smoothly sits down pouring himself a drink.

"Then why are you telling me?" Mystifed, Medea demands from the brown-haired male.

"It is a conversation starter." Smiling, he tells her.

"That's a lousy conversation starter." Snippily, she sneers scowling.

"Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate." Cheekily, he winks at the unamused Medea, groaning, rolling her eyes at her choice of company for the next who knows hours…

"Wow, this is so cool, you guys. The entire city is blacked out!" Rachel gushes in awe of the blackout as the group reside in Monica's apartment.

"Mom says it's all of Manhattan, parts of Brooklyn and Queens, and they have no idea when it's coming back on." Monica softly sets the candles down.

"Wow, you guys, this is big." Rachel peers into the window in awe as Monica picks up the ringing phone.

"Pants and a sweater? Why, mom? Who am I gonna meet in a blackout? Power company guys? Eligible looters? Could we talk about this later? OK." Monica groans frowning at her phone as she talks to her mother.

"Can I borrow the phone? I want to call my apartment and check on my grandma. What's my number?" Phoebe asks as both Monica and Rachel look at Phoebe strangely.

"Well, I never call me." Phoebe huffs.

"…I'm guessing you work at the hospital." Medea assumes aloofly attempting to start conversation between the two.

"No how could you have guessed?" Amused, he remarks as he flaps his snow white lab coat.

"Someone's cranky." Medea mutters glaring to the side.

"I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just in case." Tiredly, the male combs his fingertips through his head letting loose a small snicker.

"That's a coma." Curtly, Medea deadpans.

"Oh and you'd know?" The doctor coolly counters.

"Wow for someone who offered me a tea you're a pain in the ass." Annoyed, Medea glares down at the slouched state of the man below.

"As are you. So sice you know I am a doctor. What brings you here?" The doctor asks intrigued.

"None of your business." Briskly, she snaps at him.

"Come on is it something down there? I promise I won't tell doctor's own." Dubiously, he winks at the girl glaring down at him.

"You mean legally confidentiality because if you did…" Dutifully, Medea begins trying to hint a threat however…

"My licence would be taken I know, I know now spill." Smiling, he leans in intrigued to hear her tale.

"Urgh…My mother she wanted me to meet some doctor about something." Snippily, Medea mutters too tired to continue this back and forth.

"And what's this something about?" He pries.

"Weren't we just speaking about client confidentiality." Curtly, Medea reminds him.

"Well sure but since it's just us here…" Aloofly, he shrugs.

"Try anything and I will end you." Swiftly, she snaps.

"Hahah please don't flatter yourself sweetheart." Smiling, he chuckles coyly.

"…What kind of tea is it?" Tiredly, Medea mutters ignoring the sharp sting in her head as she points at the flask below.

"Hm? Herbal." Happily, he answers.

"Pass it here." Sighing, she sits herself down taking the doctor aback.

"S-Sure. Hey I know what we could do to pass the time!" Excitedly, he shyly smiles stuttering as he pours some for her, staring stunned at the woman sat down by his side, perking up at the idea in his head.

"Sleep." Swiftly, she suggests.

"Twenty questions what's a hobby you've always wanted to try?" He asks her beaming brightly.

"…Drawing." Softly, she responds.

"Drawing what?" Intrigued, he pries further.

"Tattoos." Tense, she glances to the side.

"Really? You don't seem the tattoo sort." Surprised, he remarks.

"I'm not. I hate needles but the cool designs tattoos can have the detail in it…it's cool I also like doodling when stressed." Sighing, she confesses to him.

"Yes I get that when I'm stressed I like knitting." He reveals.

"Oh yeah? So sewing…?" She begins but…

"Sewing will have you taking two pieces of fabric and stitching them together. Knitting begins by creating a fabric through a variety of stitches." Swiftly, he corrects her.

"Huh…I never knew that." Surprised, she remarks.

"Just as I never knew you liked drawing! My mother taught me heh sometimes when I'm doing up some stiches my brain goes what if you do this, like try to add a pretty pattern for the stitch." Smiling, he informs her.

"Oh yeah?" Humming, she sip the tea.

"Though I never do it cause I mean they're in pain you know? Please don't think I'm some sort of werido who likes stitching people" Perturbed, he scratches the back of his neck panic pumping through his veins.

"I don't." Dutifully, she assures him.

"Thanks… so why didn't you pursue it?" He asks her.

"Wasn't part of the plan." Simply, she shrugs staring down at the flask end below.

"The plan?" Perplexed, he exclaims.

"My folks sort of have a plan for me besides it wouldn't have gotten me anywhere creative work doesn't provide stability which is what I want out of life." Medea recites resolved.

"Stability…I get that." The doctor smiles strained, a pained look in his hues making Medea furrow her brow by his strange sympathetic look sent her way, why was he looking at her like that?

"So… would you rather have been in the marching band or on the debate team In high school?" Smoothly, she responds.

"That's your question." He chuckles coyly almost amused by it.

"I'm no good at this okay?" Tense, she snaps sharply scowling at him huffing.

"Heh…speaking personally, I actually was in the marching band. And it ruled." The doctor proudly proclaims.

"Oh yeah what did you play?" Medea quirks her head to the side.

"The clarinet." Confidently, he responds.

"Oh really?" Medea says.

"Yep. Do you play?" Perplexed, he asks.

"Eh a bit of piano though that was due to the lessons my grandfather would have me go to." Tenderly, Medea smiles softly at the thought of him, of their younger years her playing the piano him listening while downing his whiskey…

"Yeah heh, annoying thing is people always assume I can play a guitar like what is it with girls and guitars." The doctor smiles slightly.

"I don't know honestly guys with guitars are so pretentious." Medea exclaims.

"I know right as soon as I let loose about the clarinet girls give me this look like I've had a skunk on me honestly there's like a herhacy when it comes to instruments." The doctor recalls.

"If its anything to go by I think the clarinet's cool." Medea offers.

"Heh…thanks…" Shyly, said male meekly smiles.

"Hi everyone." Joey enters the flat smiling at his friends.

"And officiating at tonight's blackout, is Rabbi Tribbiani." Ross remarks jokingly as he holds a lit candelabra.

"Well, Chandler's old roommate was Jewish, and these are the only candles we have, so... Happy Chanukah, everyone." Joey raises the candles.

"Eww, look. Ugly Naked Guy lit a bunch of candles." Disgusted, Phoebe calls out as the others join her, looking out at the window, grossed out, they then flinch in pain.

"That had to hurt!" Rachel reels back.

"So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?" Cheekily, the doctor dubiously asks amused at her firm frown.

"I just met you ." Swiftly she states scowling.

"It's a valid question come on!" Whining, the doctor insists.

"Fine I'll indulge you….it depends." Dubiously, Medea permits.

"Depends on what?" He ponders.

"Is your bed comfortable?" Simply, she asks.

"Yes." He responds.

"I'd sleep." Simply, she shrugs, she'd sleep, she's slept in the same bed with her friends before.

"What's your star sign?" Smiling, he asks her.

"You're actually asking me that?" She scoffs.

"And if I am…?" Amused, he leans in.

"Urgh…I think Phoebe said I was…Virgo?" Struggling, she tries to recall.

"Above all else, Virgos want to help. They are kind, gentle, and supportive friends and lovers who use their incredible intellect and resourcefulness to problem-solve. Virgos are logical, practical, and systematic in their approach to life. This earth sign is a perfectionist at heart and isn't afraid to improve skills through diligent and consistent practice." Perkily, he recites resolved.

"And you know this?" Medea arches a brow.

"My ex was into this sort of thing, apparently it was set in the stars for her to burn the house down." He reveals making her hues widen when hearing his words.

"…Ooooh I think I heard about your case at work." Fondly, she recalls.

"Work what do you do?" He asks her.

"Solicitor." Simply, she answers.

"Ah. Funny enough, Pisces and Virgos are meant to be soul mates. Pisces are very imaginative and Virgos are practical." Perkily, he winks at her.

"Is that so? You seem to know quite a lot from your ex." Medea remarks.

"Eh I'm a Pisces she was an Aries…guess it rubbed off on me." Mischievously, he winks.

"Guess so…" Simply, she shrugs as the two continue on locked in the elevator shaft waiting for help to come…

"It's Chandler! Are you OK? I have no idea what you just said." Scowling, Monica furrows her brow as she tells them where Chandler is or at the least tries to.

"Put Joey on the phone." Chandler hisses harshly at her as he eyes the model in the corner of the bank he is locked in.

"What's up man?" Joey smiles as he takes the phone.

"I'm trppd... in an ATM vstbl... wth JLL GDCR." Chandler hisses harshly into the phone.

"Oh my God! He's trapped in an ATM vestibule with Jill Goodacre! Chandler, listen…!" Excitedly, Joey tells his friends before saying something intentionally garbled into the phone.

"Yeah, like that thought never entered my mind." Chandler huffs easily understanding him.

"What's your favourite movie to watch over and over again?" The doctor asks her as she takes out her flask.

"Grease." Easily, she answers taking a small sip of it.

"Oh yeah?" The doctor wiggles a brow bemused.

"The music bops besides Rizzo is my spirit animal." Medea gushes giddily.

"Are you serious?" Snickering, he smirks at the thought.

"Yeah she's so badass and I just love her style guess you could say I looked up to her as a kid." Fondly, Medea confesses smiling softly at the memory of loving Rizzo she and Kenickie were something else not to mention her style, her confidence her sass she wanted to be just like her well except for one bit….

"To be pair Dirty dancing is another good one." The doctor gives her that.

"You like dirty dancing?" She raises a brow by it.

"Is it so surprising? I love class system love stories I don't know what it is." The doctor confesses.

"I'm guessing you love titanic then." Medea assumes as she passes the flask over.

"Who doesn't I couldn't help but cry when Jack gave his life for her!" Happily, he argues as he takes a small sip from her flask.

"Despite her having enough room on the board for the two…" Smirking, she points out.

"Everyone always says that but had he lived, the ending of the film would have been meaningless." Earnestly, he argues.

"How? The ship went down as it showed." Simply, she states.

"And Jack along with it, the film is about death and separation; he had to die. So whether it was that, or whether a smoke stack fell on him, he was going down." The doctor gushes giddily.

"Huh…I never saw it like that." Tentatively, she gives him that.

"Not many do…" He sighs softly sipping the flask as the two continue talking, sharing the flaks between both of them with the empty cannister casted to the side.

"OK, senior year of college... on a pool table." Monica smirks slightly giggling as she and the others sit around the sofa conversing over their history.

"Whoooaa!" The others erupt as Monica giggles holding her wine warmly smiling at the memory.

"That's my sister." Ross cheers.

"OK... my weirdest place would have to be... the women's room on the second floor of the New York City public library." Joey smirks smugly.

"Oh my God! What were you doing in a library?" Mystified, Monica ponders out loud.

"Pheebs, what about you?" Ross turns to Phoebe.

"Oh... Milwaukee." Phoebe responds.

"Um... Ross?" Rachel asks.

"Disneyland, 1989, 'It's a Small World After All.'" Ross reveals.

"No way!" The others erupt taken aback.

"The ride broke down. So, Carol and I went behind a couple of those mechanical Dutch children... then they fixed the ride, and we were asked never to return to the Magic Kingdom." Ross elaborates on the story.

"Oh, Rachel." Phoebe turns to her.

"Oh come on, I already went." Rachel waves them off.

"You did not go!" Monica accuses.

"Come on." The others prompt.

"Oh, alright. The weirdest place would have to be... oh, the foot of the bed." Rachel reveals as everyone simply stares at her.

"Step back." Sarcastically, Ross reels back bemused.

"We have a winner!" Jokingly, Joey joins in.

"Who in your family are you closest to?" The doctor asks Medea.

"Closest to…I suppose my grandfather or well was. He…he died. When my mother and father were away on business and when my prep school was on break. I'd always go over to his place, heh we'd go on fox hunts, we'd look at fancy art, we'd play chess…his library his library was huuuggee there was so much I learnt from that single room…" Pained, a sad smile crossed Medea's lips as she steadies her trembling tone taking a heavy sip of her flask, the brisk burn swiftly stopping the tears threatening to freely fall from the thought of him.

"…What happened to him?" Gently, he asks Medea.

"What happened to everyone. He died." Simply, she states brow furrowing from it, from the gentle beep of the monitor as she stayed by his side…

"I-I'm sorry." Softly, he whispers his hues softening while hers harden.

"Why are you apologising? You didn't kill him. We knew he was going to go eventually." Medea's grip tightens around her flask from the memory of her grandfather on the floor heaving, spewing scarlet staining the carpet he valued so much…

"Maybe not but you clearly cared about him." Softly, the doctor says softly to her.

"Course I did he was the only person in my life who stayed with me…only then to abandon me." Miserably, she sneers scowling.

"He didn't have a choice." Gently, she reminds him.

"I know that I just…makes me wonder what's the point in even trying you know? Maybe there is a method to my parent's parenting style…" Softly, Medea stares up at the ceiling brow furrowing from the thought of it all, of the studies, of the tutors, of the isolation…

"I just never had a relationship with that kind of passion, you know, where you have to have somebody right there, in the middle of a theme park…" Rachel tries to defend herself.

"Well, it was the only thing to do there that didn't have a line." Ross defends himself.

"There, well, see? Barry wouldn't even kiss me on a miniature golf course." Rachel smiles sadly.

"Come on." Ross urges.

"No, he said we were holding up the people behind us." Rachel recalls.

"And you didn't marry him because...?" Ross remarks sarcastically.

"I mean, do you think there are people who go through life never having that kind of..." Rachel ponders.

"Probably. But you know, I'll tell you something. Passion is way overrated." Ross reassures her.

"Yeah right." Rachel scoffs shaking her head at him.

"It is. Eventually, it kind of... burns out. But hopefully, what you're left with is trust, and security, and... well, in the case of my ex-wife, lesbianism. So, you know, for all of those people who miss out on that passion... thing, there's all that other good stuff." Ross explains to Rachel.

"OK." Rachel sighs softly.

"But, um... I don't think that's going to be you." Ross assures Rachel.

"You don't." Rachel says softly.

"Uh-uh. See, I see... big passion in your future." Ross promises, a small sliver of hope in his tone.

"Really? You do?" Rachel smiles softly at the thought.

"I do." Ross confirms.

"Oh Ross, you're so great." Playfully, Rachel rubs his head and gets up just as Ross gets up, pleased with himself.

"It's never gonna happen." Haughty, Joey smirks.

"What?" Innocently, Ross turns to Joey.

"You and Rachel." Joey states.

"What? Why not?" Ross acts surprised beofre faltering from his mock surprise, turning to furrow his brow at Joey.

"Because you waited too long to make your move, and now you're in the friend zone." Joey answers.

"No, no, no. I'm not in the zone." Ross refuses to believe.

"Ross, you're mayor of the zone." Joey states the fact firmly.

"I'm taking my time, alright? I'm laying the groundwork. Yeah. I mean, every day I get just a little bit closer to..." Ross tries to explain himself however…

"Priesthood! Look Ross, I'm telling you, she has no idea what you're thinking. If you don't ask her out soon you're going to end up stuck in the zone forever." Firmly, Joey cuts him off.

"I will, I will. See, I'm waiting for the right moment. What? What, now?" Ross reasons before snapping at Joey.

"Yeeeeaaaahhh! What's messing you up? The wine? The candles? The moonlight? You've just got to go up to her and say, 'Rachel, I think that...'" Tauntingly, Joey jokes just as Rachel comes into the room behind them.

"Shhhh!" Ross hisses harshly at Joey.

"What are you shushing?" Rachel queries confusion clear in her tone.

"We're shushing... because... we're trying to hear something. Listen. Don't you hear that?" Ross asks as everyone goes silent, listening in.

"Huh." Rachel agrees but looks very confused however she brushes it off deciding to go get more wine.

"OK, here goes…" Ross breathes in and out preparing himself for making his move.

"Are you going to do it?" Joey raises a brow at Ross.

"I'm going to do it." Ross recites resolved.

"Do you want any help?" Joey asks.

"You come out there, you're a dead man." Ross threatens.

"Good luck, man." Joey gives him that.

"Thanks. OK." Ross accepts the hug, Joey gives him before turning to face the trial ahead.

"OK." Joey watches on as Ross goes out on the balcony to talk to Rachel just as Monica walks in, heading out on the balcony.

"Hey, where are you going?" Joey reaches out stopping Monica.

"Outside." Monica furrows her brow at Joey.

"You can't go out there." Tense, Joey hisses harshly at her.

"Why not?" Monica furrows her brow befuddled.

"Because of... the reason." Joey trails off awkwardly.

"And that would be?" Monica pries perplexed.

"I, um, can't tell you." Joey awkwardly answers.

"Joey, what's going on?" Monica demands from him.

"OK, you've got to promise that you'll never, ever tell Ross that I told you." Joey pleads to her.

"About what?" Monica asks.

"He's planning your birthday party." Joey smoothly lies.

"Oh my God! I love him!" Monica squeals smiling.

"You'd better act surprised." Joey turns to Phoebe who enters.

"About what?" Phoebe furrows her brow befuddled.

"My surprise party!" Monica squeals smiling.

"What surprise party?" Puzzled, Phoebe asks but…

"Oh stop it. Joey already told me." Monica smiles at Phoebe.

"Well, he didn't tell me." Phoebe responds.

"Hey, don't look at me. This is Ross's thing." Joey argues.

"This is so typical. I'm always the last one to know everything." Phoebe whines.

"No, you are not. We tell you stuff." Monica scowls.

"Yuh-huh! I was the last one to know when Chandler got bitten by the peacock at the zoo. When Medea got hit by that car…I was the last one to know when you had a crush on Joey when he was moving in." Phoebe argues as Monica gestures at Phoebe to shut up; Joey looks surprised but pleased.

"Well Medea isn't here if that helps..." Monica offers.

"Yeah where is she?" Perplexed, Phoebe asks.

"Something to do with the doctors." Joey shrugs.

"I'm sure she's fine." Monica assures them.

"Yeah…still looks like I was second to last. At least I'm not last!" Phoebe attempts to be optimistic.

"Hmmm... this is so nice." Rachel smiles softly at the brisk breeze and scenery of New York before them.

"OK, I have a question. Well, actually, it's not so much a question as... more of a general wondering... ment…OK. Here goes. For a while now, I've been wanting to, um..." Ross begins but…

"Ohhh!" Rachel perks up looking at something behind Ross.

"Yes, yes, that's right..." Ross smirks slightly however…

"Oh, look at the little cat!" Rachel gushes over the small kitten on the roof behind Ross.

"What? Ow!" Ross roars as the cat jumps on his shoulders startling scaring him meanwhile on the inside, Monica, Joey and Phoebe are singing while outside, Ross and Rachel are trying to get the cat off of Ross' shoulder.

"I'm on top of the world, looking down on creation and the only explanation I can find, is the wonders I've found ever since.." Sighing, the trio cheer swinging side to side as the chaos continues outside…

"This is just Bactine. It won't hurt." Joey tries to treat Ross' wounds when he comes back in with Rachel cuts littered all over his facial features as Ross flinches in pain.

"Sorry, that was wax." Apologetic, Joey sighs.

"Oh, poor little Tooty is scared to death. We should find his owner." Phoebe fusses over the kitten.

"Why don't we just put 'poor little Tooty' out in the hall?" Ross suggests scowling.

"During a blackout? He'd get trampled!" Rachel worries as they go off to search for the owner…

"What makes you think that?" Gently, the doctor gently asks Medea seeing her sip her flask.

"Well…they were never there not in a bad way I understood they had work and all. But them not trying to know me, to know grandfather in his dying days…distancing themselves from it so it would hurt less…I get it." Medea mutters miserably brow furrowed from the murky memory of her visits to the bedridden old man…

"That doesn't mean it's okay for what happened to you…" The doctor reasons.

"What about you?" Medea asks changing topic.

"What about me? Oh well there's my gran, like I said she got me into sewing, she and mom used to knit all sorts of pink stuff when she was pregnant…shame I came out a boy." Bemused, he chuckles coyly.

"Heh guessing it did not help on the schoolyard wearing all that pink." Playfully, Medea remarks.

"No. No it did not." Frankly, he answers as another still silence fills the air between both of them.

"Oh. Hi. We just found this cat and we're looking for the owner." Phoebe smiles as she knocks on the door which opens to Mr Heckles grumpily glaring at them.

"Er, yeah, it's mine." Lazily, Heckles points to the cat.

"He seems to hate you. Are you sure?" Phoebe asks trying to hold back the struggling cat.

"Yeah, it's my cat. Give me my cat." Mr Heckles orders.

"Wait a minute. What's his name?" Phoebe demands.

"Ehhhh... B-Buttons." Henckels answers awkwardly.

"Bob Buttons?" Rachel furrows her brow by the name.

"Mmm. Bob Buttons. Here, Bob Buttons." Heckles attempts to but…the cat runs away from her.

"Oooh! You are a very bad man!" Phoebe yells as she chases after the cat Rachel following behind.

"You owe me a cat." Heckles hollers glaring at the two fleeting figures before slamming the door shut, returning to his life as the two return to chasing the cat.

"So you knew my ex…" Amused, the doctor smirks slightly at the thought.

"I wouldn't say I knew I mean I worked with this divorce she had." Aloofly, Medea responds tensing up, she couldn't exactly talk about it…

"That would be me." Meekly, the doctor smirks shyly.

"Ah…" Awkwardly, Medea glances to the side sheepish.

"Yeah, got most of my stuff." Simply, he shrugs.

"…Sorry about that…" Medea mutters.

"It's fine you did me a favour, my ex would drag me outside at 3am to look at the stars." Smiling, he confesses to her.

"If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life…" Medea shakes her head at the thought, loving her sleep.

"Hahaha! I get that! One time we were watching the sound of music then she suddenly starts singing." Sighing, he confesses.

"You're kidding me." Medea furrows her brow.

"I wish I mean I already had to deal with her insistence of toffee popcorn but that was urgh…" The doctor squirms slightly from it.

"Toffee popcorn!? No! Sweet and salted always!" Medea answers astonished.

"I know right! Urgh honestly lookin back on it I had no clue why I agreed to it…" He sighs softly leaning back.

"We're all young once we all make mistakes." Medea simply shrugs.

"Yeah…but maybe some mistakes aren't all that bad…" Bemused, he turns to smile at the mystified Medea.

"You calling me a mistake?" Medea scowls.

"N-NO I mean I mean this whole blackout thing was a mistake you know? I mean…" Shyly, said doctor stutters, stammers.

"Pff! Sorry I like watching people squirm." Smirking, Medea leans back bemused.

"You sure you shouldn't have gotten into medicine?" Mischievously, Medea winks at the doctor.

"Nah more of the mentally damage sort…" The doctor smirks.

"Ah and I'm more of the physical damage sort." Simply, Medea looks up at the ceiling coolly composed.

"Here, kitty-kitty. Here kitty-kitty. Where did you go, little kitty-kitty-kitty? Here kitty-kitty-kitty-kitty..." Rachel whispers while scurrying through the darkened hallways of the apartment hallway, looking at the floor for the cat only then to falter as Rachel runs into a pair of legs...hearing the soft sound of something foreign to Rachel's ears.

"Wow…" Rachel gawks as she slowly gets up and sees a gorgeous Italian hunk holding the cat. Shyly, she exhales in amazement, blowing the candle out.

"Lucky sixes..." Ross whispers while shaking the dice in his hands as the group play monopoly.

"Everybody, this is Paolo. Paolo, I want you to meet my friends. This is Monica." Merrily, Rachel squeals smiling as she arrives arm in arm with Paolo.

"Hi!" Monica smiles softly smitten at first sight.

"And Joey..." Rachel points to the male raising his hand, in greeting.

"Hi!" Monica pops up again eagerly.

"And Ross." Rachel points to the frowning Ross.

"Hi!" Mesmerized, Monica joins in.

Paolo says something in Italian.

"He doesn't speak much English." Rachel proudly proclaims.

"Monopoly!" Paolo points.

"Look at that!" Rachel smiles down at the game.

"So, um... where did Paolo come from?" Frowning, Ross glares at Paolo, jealous.

"Oh... Italy, I think." Rachel assumes.

"No, I mean tonight, in the building. Suddenly. Into our lives." Ross huffs.

"Well, the cat... the cat turned out to be Paolo's cat!" Rachel reveals.

"That, that is funny...and Rachel keeps touching him." Ross smiles strained before turning to glare at Joey.

"Alright. I looked all over the building and I couldn't find the kitty anywhere." Phoebe returns to the apartment.

"Oh, I found him. He was Paolo's cat." Rachel reveals.

"Ah! Well! There you go! Last to know again! And I'm guessing... since nobody told me... this is Paolo." Phoebe says staring stunned smitten at the man before her.

"Ah, Paolo, this is Phoebe." Rachel introduces as Paolo says something in Italian, looks rather intrigued at Phoebe, looking hungrily at her however…

"You betcha!" Phoebe smiles having no clue what he said.

"Ah, let's see. What next? Blow a bubble. A bubble's good. It's got a... boyish charm, it's impish. Here we go." Chandler thinks to himself waiting until Jill is looking, then starts to blow a bubble. But instead of blow one, he accidentally spits the gum out of his mouth and hits the wall.

"Nice going, imp. OK, it's OK. All I need to do is reach over and put it in my mouth." Chandler slyly grabs the gum from the wall and slides it back in his mouth.

"Good save! We're back on track, and I'm...chewing someone else's gum. This is not my gum. Oh my God! Oh my God! And now you're choking. Internally, Chandler panics holding his throat as Chandler chokes…

"Are you alright?" Alarmed, Jill asks him as Chandler tries to save face and makes the 'OK' sign with his hands, while obviously unable to breathe.

"My God, you're choking!" Jill runs over and gives him the Heimlich, the gum flies from his mouth.

"That better?" Jill asks clearly concerned.

"Yes... thank you. That was... that was..." Gasping, Chandler begins heaving huffing attempting to regain his breath when…

"Perfection?" Jill smirks slightly as Chandler freezes from that single word…a whole rush of nostalgia hitting him.

Rachel and Paolo are at the window where lovingly, Rachel stares at Poalo as he says something romantic in Italian about Rachel and the stars while Ross and Joey are watching disgustedly.

"Blah blah blah, blah blah blah... blah blaaaaaah..." Mockingly, Ross grumbles glaring at Paolo just as Rachel walks away from Paolo, laughing.

"Wha-What did he say that was so funny?" Frantically, Ross rushes over to Paolo.

"I have absolutely no idea." Rachel responds.

"That's... that's classic." Ross smiles strained.

"Oh my God, you guys, what am I doing? What am I doing? This is so un-me!" Rachel gushes giddily to the girl.

"If you want, I'll do it." Monica offers as Ross looks at Joey.

"I know, I just want to bite his bottom lip. But I won't." Hungrily, Phoebe growls only to falter from Rachel's hardened look casing her to quickly correct herself.

"God, the first time he smiled at me... those three seconds were more exciting than three weeks in Bermuda with Barry." Rachel smiles softly at them.

"You know, did you ride mopeds? 'Cause I've heard...oh, I see... it's not about that right now. OK." Phoebe asks as Rachel stares frowning at her as she dismisses it.

"Y'know, I know it's totally superficial and we have absolutely nothing in common, and we don't even speak the same language but Goooooooddddddd..." Rachel gushes in awe at the supposed god that was Paolo.

"Paolo. Hi." Ross strides over to Paolo on the other side of the apartment.

"Ross!" Paolo beams brightly at the sight of the man as Ross notices that Paolo is standing on a step, which makes him taller.

"Listen. Um, listen. Something you should... know... um, Rachel and I... we're kind of a thing." Ross gets up on the same step so he can look down at Paolo.

"Thing?" Perplexed, Paolo's hues narrow.

"Thing, yes. Thing." Ross tries to emphasis but…

"Ah, you... have the sex?" Paolo assumes.

"No, no, no. Technically the... sex is not... being had, but that's... see, that's not the point. See, um, the point is that... Rachel and I should be, er, together. You know, and if you get in the... um..." Shyly, Ross stutters strained, scared.

"Bed?" Befuddled, Paolo furrows his brow at Ross.

"No, no, that's not where I was going. Er, if you get in the... way, of us becoming a thing, then I would be, well, very sad." Ross reveals to Paolo.

"Oh!" Paolo exclaims.

"Yeah! Se vice?" Ross smiles hopeful.

"Si." Paolo confirms.

"So you do know a little English." Ross points out.

"Poco... a leetle." People manages to squeak out.

"Do you know the word crapweasel?" Curious, Ross asks.

"No." Paolo answers.

"That's funny, because you know, you are a huge crapweasel!" Ross smirks smugly at Paolo as they hug.

"Oh, look look look. The last candle's about to burn out. 10, 9, 8, 7... negative 46, negative 47, negative 48..." Smiling, Joey gushes just as someone blows it out, the room gets completely dark.

"Thank you." Ross smiles softly.

"Thanks." Phoebe exclaims.

"Kinda... spooky without any lights." Ross remarks.

"Bwah-hah-hah!" Manically, Joey does a crazed cackle as everyone starts to imitate him.

"OK, guys, guys? I have the definitive one. Mwwwooooo-hah-hah... Oh.. oh... oh." Ross soon falters when the lights come back on, and Rachel and Paolo are making out. Ross clutches his chest.

"Hey Ross. This probably isn't the best time to bring it up, but you have to throw a party for Monica." Joey places his hand on Ross's shoulder filling him in.

"So…this was…something…" Softly, Medea mutters as she stands outside the elevator now free from the confines.

"That indeed it was who were you even coming to meet anyway?" Curious, Cyril queries to Medea.

"Oh someone names Cyril…" Aloofly, Medea waves him off.

"You serious?" Smirking, Cyril's smirk widens.

"And if I am?" Annoyed, Medea furrows her brow at Cyril.

"Heh so you're Medea." Cyril smirks slightly, a knowing glint in his hues as Medea's own hues harden.

"How the hell do you know my name?" Alarmed, Medea demands from Cyril cross.

"The name's Cyril nice to have met you Medea." Cyril smiles softly opening his arms out to Medea stepping forward just as she offers her hand out to him making him stop staring down at the hand offered before smiling, shaking it back.

"Nice to have met you too…" Medea nods back before leaving, heading home…


So what do you think of Medea? Of Cyril?