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The final chapter! Might be quite long - depends. Anyway, enjoy xox
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"I'm goin' now, guys," Joey said loudly, as he entered Monica and Chandler's appartment, "Wish me luck."
"Uh, good luck?" Chandler said, "Let's hope you get to have sex with atleast one of them?"
"Yeah, let's!" Joey said, grinning, "Anyway, I'd better get over there. Sara's expecting me around nine."
"Wow, late," Monica commented.
"Yeah. Oh, and Trish and Sara called me earlier to tell me they'd brought one of their friends over."
"Well, I hope she's hot," Chandler said, grinning. When Joey glowered at him, he added hastily, "Because - that would be good for you."
"Yeah, It would," Joey said gruffly, putting his jacket on, "I'll see you guys lat -"
"Hey!"
Rachel had just entered the appartment. Smiling at the three of them, she closed the door.
"Hey, Rachel," Joey said.
"Hey Joey! Hey you guys! Wow, what a day, such hard work ..." Rachel said breathlessly.
"Really?" Chandler said, looking surprised.
"No, not really," Rachel said, shrugging her coat off, "So, what's going on?"
"Joey has a date," Monica told her, "With three women."
Rachel smirked, "Really? Wow, Joey. You really know how to treat a woman."
"Yeah, alright, you guys," Joey said, getting annoyed, "Anyway, I have to get off now or I'll be late."
"Have a nice time!" Rachel said.
"Yeah, let's hope you pull." Chandler said lowly, when Joey was still in earshot.
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"Where is he?"
"Calm down Trish, he'll be here any minute."
"But -"
"Trish! Shut up and listen to Sara!"
"I just -"
"Will you knock It off Trish? If you keep stuttering like that It'll just drive him off."
Glaring at the pair of them, Trish glanced around the corner for the fifth time. She gave a small gasp, for there he was, striding down the hallway, a look of triumph plastered over his face. "He's here!" She hissed to Patricia and Sara, darting away out of sight.
Joey Tribbiani strode confidently down the empty hallway. Oh yes, tonight was his night. Three woman. Could things get any better than this?
Then a thought suddenly occured to him which made him stop and think. What If the third woman ... wasn't hot? Would he beable to live with himself, having sex with an ugly woman? All the woman that Joey had had sex with in the past had been beautiful. Hoping that this wouldn't happen, he shrugged and carried on down towards the elevator. It was then that Sara, Trish and Patricia sprang out before him.
"Hey Joey!" Sara said sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes at him.
Joey gasped, "Is that - that girl!" He whispered, horrified. Patricia grinned at him.
"Yeah, but I just want you to know, Joey," She said, "We really got off on the wrong foot. I just want to try and make It up to you."
"Um, okay," Joey said uneasily. Okay, so he wasn't the brighest crayon in the box, but he could sense that something was going on.
"Let's go, then!" Sara said, beaming at them all. The four of them shuffled into the elevator, and Sara pressed a few buttons. Then, they were going upwards. "So ..." Sara said quietly, glancing from one to the other, "How are you guys?"
Patricia glared at Sara. If the stupid girl blew their cover, Joey could surely get them all fired. "Well, I'm fine, thanks, Sara," Patricia said coldly, glaring at her. Sara must have understood this as a motion to stop, because she shut up right there.
Finally, after an age, the elevator came to an abrupt halt, and the doors slowly slid open. Joey stepped back into his own little heaven, slightly dissapointed at the fact that there were no other extremely hot models for him to look at, as everyone else had gone home for the night. He followed the other three into the foyer, where they all stopped suddenly as Trish, very reluctantly, showed Joey a few old paintings. Joey just stood there and nodded, hardly even knowing what a real painting was. They travelled around the foyer for a while longer, showing Joey all the galleries and dressing rooms, untill they finally came out into the hall again.
"Enjoying yourself there, Joey?" Patricia said in a weird tone of voice, not looking at him.
Joey hesistated, "Uh, yeah, pretty much," He said, grinning. This wasn't true, of course. Joey wanted more than anything to stop looking around the boring old place. It was like another school field trip allover again. "So, um, what next?"
"You know about that forgiveness thing we talked about, Joey?" Patricia said absently, still not looking at him. Joey stared at her, at a loss for words.
"Um, yeah -"
"Well, can we just forget that and say It never happened?" Patricia said, turning to face him and smiling.
"Uh, why?" Joey said slowly, dumbfounded.
"Because," Patricia said even more slowly, "I don't like you, all that much ..."
It seemed to take an absolute age for Patricia Lauren Springs' heel to make contact with Joey Francis Tribbiani's balls. Before Joey could say anything else, or try to defend himself, Patricia's left leg had swung up, driving into his ... well, It's been said already. For a moment, Joey reeled back, gasping for breath. Then he crumpled to the floor, and passed out.
"Oh my god!" Trish whispered anxiously. Patricia grinned.
"So, whose better now, huh Sara?" She said smoothly, walking past an unconcious Joey, careful to tred on his fingers.
Sara said nothing, staring from Joey to Patricia. Then she sighed, "Oh, okay, you are Patty," She murmered, admitting defeat, "Now let's get him downstairs."
"No," Trish said suddenly.
The two girls turned to face her, "What?" They chorused. Trish grinned.
"No," She said, "I have a better idea."
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"Where d'you think Joey is?" Monica Bing asked an unconcerned Chandler, who shrugged his shoulders and yawned.
"I don't know," He said wearily, raising a hand to his forehead, "Maybe he got his wish?"
"Or maybe ..." Monica said thoughtfully, pausing for a moment, "Maybe he was kidnapped by a group of angry models, and locked away for eternity?"
"Nice imagination, Mon," Chandler said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at her and slumping back in his seat. Monica sighed and cuddled close to him.
"Ah well, I had my hopes up anyway ..." She sighed. "Anyway, I'm goin' to bed now, coming?"
"Yeah, I guess," Chandler said, getting to his feet, "It's just weird. I mean, It's past midnight, and Joey still isn't back yet ..." He rubbed the tip of his chin in thought for a few moments, before grinning at his wife and stretching.
"Well, we can't wait around for him to show up forever," Monica said, yawning, "Anyway, he'll beable to give us the juicy gossip tommorow! C'mon, honey," She said, dragging Chandler off before he could say another word.
Hmm, I wonder ... Chandler thought inside of his head, as he was dragged off to bed.
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Joey Tribbiani woke up.
The first thing he saw when he awoke from being unconcious was a bright light in his eyes, almost blinding him. Shielding his eyes, Joey stood up and looked around, banging his head. He looked up. He was in some kind of ... box. And then he realised, he was inside of that damn elevator that had caused all this trouble. Joey sighed and whimpered, wishing that he'd never taken Monica's advice and came here looking for trouble.
"Ah, they'll come rescue me in the morning," Joey muttered to himself, sitting down, "Anyway, I'll beable to get those two bitches fired," He grinned, pleased with himself. Then the thought occured to him that he'd just spent atleast thirty seconds talking to himself, and so he closed his eyes, and went off to sleep.
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xx Authors Note xx
Finished! And look, I know this story was pretty crap, but I wanted to try something new, something that no one else had tried, and so here it is :) Hope you enjoyed reading!