xx Authors Note xx

I think there's gonna be five chapters. Anyway, xox

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"Hey guys," Joey said, walking into Monica and Chandler's appartment.

"How did It go?" Chandler asked, grinning at him.

"Hey, It went good!" Joey said indignantly, Then he grinned, "I got to go up there."

Monica's mouth fell open, "Oh my god! I always wanted to go up there! About three years ago I'd go there every day after work and try and sneak in!" She exclaimed, "But, I didn't know the actual number thingy to get in the elevator ..." Her face fell, then she shook her head impatiently and said, "So, how was It? Was It pretty up there?"

"Oh, you betcha'," Joey said, grinning at them, "More than pretty. It was hot!"

Monica stared at him. "I was talking about the actual place, Joey."

"Oh! Yeah, I knew that!" He said indignantly, "Anyway, there were some really hot girls there, Trish Reno and Sara Helens. They were so hot. But, I don't think they're my type." He added sadly.

"Um, since when has any women ever not been your type, Joe?" Chandler said. Joey's head swivelled around to look at him for a moment.

"What are you implying there, Chandler Bing?" He said in almost a whisper, his eyes narrowing, glaring at Chandler, who shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

"Wow, you actually know what implying means?" Monica said, looking mildly surprised.

"Nah, I just heard people usin' it in other sentences," Joey answered, grinning at her. Monica stared at him before shaking her head impatiently and sighing.

"Look, I'm goin' back down there - or up there rather - tonight! Trish and Sara wanna show me around." He told them. Monica looked puzzled.

"I thought you said they showed you around today?" She said slowly.

"No, no!" Joey said, "The security guy had me kicked out. But Sara put up a good fight! Boy, that security guy won't be lookin' good tommorow!"

Monica stared at Chandler, who shrugged and went to the bathroom.

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"Sara Kelly Reno!"

Sara had just returned from one of her interviews. She sighed impatiently, "What now, Patty?"

"I want to know why you're inviting that guy up here again tonight!" Patricia Lauren Springs said angrily, drawing up to full height, "You can't do it, Sara. If you let him in tonight I'll be getting you fired, I promise."

"Look, I don't really like him," Sara said, glowering at Patricia, "I just wanted to beable to kick his ass! Trish and I have got it all sorted out. He'll come up here, and we'll give him an ass-kicking that he'll never forget!"

Patricia swayed on the spot for moment. Then, she nodded, "Okay! I wanna help. I can give you girls tips."

Sara stared at her. "Tips? Me? Did you not see the way I kicked that security guard's ass today Patty!"

Patricia sighed, just as Trish entered the huge hall, "Hey! Trish!"

"What?" Trish said, wandering over to them.

"Listen, that Tribbiani guy? We're gonna kick his ass." Patricia explained to her.

"What? I liked him!" Trish said indignantly, folding her arms and frowning.

"Oh, Trish, you can do better than that," Sara said absently, "Listen, I'm with Patty. He's coming round tonight, right?"

"Right ..." Trish said slowly.

"So? We'll teach him a thing or two about flirting with girls like us!" Sara told her.

Trish sighed. Tonight was going to be one night she definately wouldn't forget.