"You know what we should do now, boys?" Chandler asked happily, slapping Joey's and Ross's back. "We should go and celebrate. What do you say? Me, you two, and maybe a date?"

"Yeah, that sounds perfect!" Ross agreed.

"Man, this sucks," Monica muttered under her breath, tossing the bandana to the ground sadly. Chandler looked at her, then looked back at the cheering Joey and Ross, then back at Monica. No, he thought. No, no, no. I am not feeling sorry for her. How can I? She cheated on her own game! A-A-And...?

"Fine, we'll all bring a date," Ross said, smiling. "So, where're we going?"

"Uh, you guys...," Chandler began, glancing at them, "I'll meet you at the car. You can go ahead... I'll be right there."

"Well, whatever you say, man," Joey said, giving him another cheerful slap on the back. Phoebe and Rachel shrugged, following Ross and Joey to the car.

"What do you want?" Monica asked, as Chandler walked up to her. She rolled her eyes. "Are you going to rub it in my face even more that you guys won?"

"...No," Chandler said slowly. Monica's face brightened.

"Then you'll challenge us with a rematch?" she asked excitedly. Chandler shook his head.

"Not even close," he said.

"Damn," Monica muttered, slumping. "So?"

"Hey, uh, wanna come with me tonight?" Chandler asked hesitantly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He grinned nervously and looked around, waiting for an answer.

"Me?" Monica said slowly. "Go with you...? With the opposing team to celebrate...?"

"Yes...?" Chandler said, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I'd like that," Monica said, smiling.

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"So, really, we didn't even bring dates," Ross said, sighing. He looked at Rachel, who was sitting next to him, and at Phoebe, who was sitting next to Joey. Then, last of all, he stared at Chandler and his sister, and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, uh, Chandler, did you bring...Monica?"

"Huh?" Chandler said, raising his eyes to Ross. He frowned. "What? I wasn't listening."

"Is my sister your date?" Ross wondered aloud slowly. He cocked an eyebrow, confused.

"Well...when you say 'date'...," Chandler began.

"So, she is!" Ross cried, a little louder than he meant to. He stared around at the people in the restaurant who were staring at him and cried, "What the hell are you looking at?"

"Ross!" Rachel snapped quietly, but harshly. Ross hurled around to face her, his expression surprised.

"What?" Ross asked. "Did you see the way those people were staring at me? It's not like I'm a freak or something! Do I, like, have something on my face? Or maybe-"

"Ross, don't be so ridiculous!" Rachel said angrily, sighing. She rolled her eyes. "Imagine what would've happened today if my team won..."

"Oh, and what are the chances of that happening?" Ross wondered sarcastically. "Hmm...maybe...zero!"

"Please, guys!" Joey cried frantically. "Fine, alright, we can have a rematch! I don't care, as long as we can live out this day peacefully, okay?"

"...Fine," Chandler said reluctantly.

"No!" Ross complained. "C'mon, you guys, we already won! Why would we want to have a rematch?"

"Well-" Chandler began.

"And no 'buts'," Ross interrupted angrily.

"Oh, I know what we can do!" Phoebe cried suddenly. Everyone turned to face her. "We can make a second Gellar Cup, and whoever wins this new game wins the cup! Ooh, is this a good idea or what!"

"Yeah, I agree!" Rachel said, nodding. She smiled excitedly.

"Okay, but who's making the cup?" Ross asked.

"So, dude, you're in?" Joey asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Uh... duh!" Ross said slowly, scoffing. He smiled. "If it's for the Second Gellar Cup, of course I am! Hel-lo! My last name is Gellar...!"

"Just wait till we kick the girls' butts again!" Chandler cried happily. A few people turned around to face him, getting the wrong idea. Chandler's eyes widened. "No! Yes, I mean- Never mind!"

"Yeah, right!" Monica said, smirking competitively. Chandler laughed out loud.

"Don't get so carried away...," he said. "We have a Gellar on our side as well."

"Fine, tomorrow we'll know who the real winners are," Monica said, glaring playfully.

"You mean, the best men in the world?" Chandler said, as he glared back as well.