Mischa

Dinner with Monica had been very lovely. He didn't regret resigning from his job as Sergei's translator. The man didn't care about Mischa's personal life at all, and this was an opportunity he didn't want to miss. They had talked for hours, and Mischa thought that maybe, just maybe, this could go somewhere. When he dropped her off, she promised to see him again, and he said he'd call the next day. Well, he tried many times, but there was no answer. Then, after almost two days, she called him back and said she'd been trapped in her room because her roommate and brother took hours to break up and then she'd spent the next day consoling the roommate who was also her friend. She hadn't wanted to rub in her new relationship. Mischa had understood. He had promised to call again in a couple more days. Unfortunately, Sergei called and told him he had a broken arm from the ski trip he'd agreed to go on with Phoebe (well, he'd agreed to meet her there. She had said something about her cab being too small), and when they were at the hospital, it was discovered that Sergei had failed to renew their work visas properly, so they had to return to Russia. In the whirlwind of their departure, Mischa was unable to contact Monica face to face, so he had to leave her a message. He hoped she would understand.

Sergei

Phoebe had been divine. He wished he could speak English, though, as she seemed to always have something interesting or funny to say. He had been very annoyed at Mischa for abandoning them on their date. The next week and a bit consisted of him doing hand gestures with Phoebe and her yelling at him thinking that if she spoke louder, he would suddenly understand what she was saying. Then they had gone on that fateful ski trip where he had fallen and broken his arm. In her haste to make sure he was okay, Phoebe kept patting his broken arm, making him scream in pain. In the end, she had called an ambulance for him to take him back to the hospital in New York, and things only got worse when the hospital informed them they were staying in the country illegally as their work visas had expired. Mischa was ready to murder him, but Sergei had to admit that he was happy to leave the States and return home. He vowed never again to try to date someone who didn't speak his language no matter how lovely they were.

Chloe

"Well, he's in trouble," Isaac said, watching Ross bolt out of the building. Chloe nodded.

"If he didn't want to hurt his girlfriend, then why did he sleep with me?" she asked, feeling upset suddenly. He had acted like it was fine, that he had wanted it. Why now was he all in a rush to forget about it?

"Men are stupid," Isaac told her.

"You're a man," Chloe pointed out.

"True," Isaac said, pondering on this. Chloe grabbed her coat.

"I'll be back," she told him. She had to find Ross. She had to confront him. She missed him a Jasmine's place of work, but she didn't miss the part where Jasmine went on and on about the "bad thing" Ross had done. Chloe just nodded and agreed even though she had also partaken in the bad thing. She eventually got it out of Jasmine that Ross had gone to see Gunther. When Chloe arrived at Central Perk, she saw Ross and the girlfriend in a stand off with Gunther looking very pleased with himself.

"How could you?!" the girlfriend screamed. She charged out of the building with Ross on her heels. He bumped into Chloe, who reached out after him but decided not to call out. She had caused enough damage as it was. Then again, Ross was an adult, and he had made his own decision, so this whole thing wasn't entirely her fault if at all. He really should have thought it through before doing it. Chloe started to walk back to work, thinking about this. That's why she didn't do serious relationships. Someone was bound to get hurt.

Mark

It had been pure luck that Ross and Rachel broke up. All Mark had to do was bide his time, and he did. He waited a good solid few weeks before asking Rachel out. He had been so sure there was something between them. When she turned him down at the apartment, though, he had been crushed.

"It's not fair to you," Rachel said, looking at him sadly.

"Well, if you ever change your mind, I have no problems with getting back at Ross right here," Mark said, patting the couch.

"I will call if I change my mind," Rachel promised. Mark left then, knowing she would never call. Even though they were broken up, he could tell Rachel still cared about Ross. That was just a situation he knew he'd never come out on top of. He went for a walk to clear his head, and he ran into a woman who wasn't watching where she was going.

"I'm so sorry!" she cried, clutching his arms as they steadied themselves.

"It's all right. It's always a pleasure to bump into a woman," Mark winked. She giggled.

"Wanna get something to drink?"

"All right," he agreed. They started walking towards a bar. "What's your name?"

"Chloe."

"Very pretty."

"Thanks!"

Mark felt like he was going to get lucky with this girl. All thoughts of Rachel subsided very quickly.

Lauren

She should have known better than to date her coworker. She had been given fair warning about Joey Tribbiani, and she hadn't paid it any attention. She had been so certain they had a connection, not to mention how hot he was. Then, it all shattered.

"I'm really sorry," Joey said, wincing.

"About what?" Lauren asked, confused.

"I just...I have feelings for someone else, and I know this is gonna come as a shock to you, but it's Kate."

"Kate?!" Lauren spluttered, feeling angry.

"Yea. Look, things with you were great, they were! I just...I really like Kate more."

"Oh my God," Lauren said, realizing he was dumping her.

"Maybe in a different life..." Joey started.

"Get the hell away from me," Lauren hissed. Joey backed away immediately, hands up and eyes wide.

"All right, all right," he said. "I'm leaving."

"UGH!" she shrieked once he was gone. She kicked the table and then regretted it instantly. Now her foot was throbbing along with her broken heart. She couldn't believe it, and now she had to witness Kate and Joey mooning over each other in front of her. Double ugh! She needed this job, though, so she was going to just deal with it. She'd get her digs in at Joey here and there. He wasn't about to chase her off her first big gig. No sir!

Joanna

Chandler was a very puzzling man. First, they had so much fun. Then, he didn't call her. Finally, he admitted he wasn't interested in dating her before once again saying he'd call her!

"He isn't going to," Rachel told her once she had steered Chandler out of the building. "He's weird anyway, Joanna. I can promise you that. He is terrified of commitment and tells one too many jokes among other things."

"You don't have to reassure me that I dodged a bullet," Joanna sniffed. Rachel went red. Joanna went back into her office and shut the door hard behind her. Maybe Chandler was quirky, but she liked quirky. She had a feeling that this little dance they were doing wasn't over and she'd get her chance yet.

Kate

Saying goodbye to Joey was the hardest thing she'd ever done. She could see how heartbroken he was when he caught sight of her waving from behind the stage. He gave his speech, which made her smile, and then she left. Maybe one day she'd come back and they could try again.

"All set, miss?" the cab driver said.

"Yes," she nodded. They drove off to the airport, and she started to cry as the buildings went by her. Why couldn't she for once choose a relationship over her career? What was wrong with her? Wiping her eyes, she steeled herself. Work was the only guaranteed thing, that was why she chose it. Yes, she'd miss Joey, but she had to make sure she was secure financially before considering settling down. It was just the way it had to be.

Cailin

The way Ross obsessed over Tommy was so annoying. Cailin wondered why she even agreed to this date. Ross didn't pay her any attention whatsoever. Eventually, she left. Ross hadn't even cared.

"Hi, Mom," she said into the phone just outside the theatre. "Yup, another dud."

"You wanna come over?" her mom asked. "I've got the good ice cream."

"I'd love that," Cailin said, tearing up. "Mom, why can't I find a good man?"

"Oh, honey, you will," her mom promised.

"I'll see you soon," Cailin said, hanging up. She hurried to find a cab. She hated that she would see Ross at work. Maybe she could get transferred. It would just be so awkward now with Ross there every day. Then again, he might not even remember they went on this date. Sometimes she wondered how he functioned with life being so self-centered. She shook her head, putting all thoughts of him out of her mind. He wasn't worth it. She had good ice cream waiting for her, so she put her mind on that. This night would be over before she knew it.

Tommy

Damn bird! Damn Ross! Damn Rachel! He fumed as he stormed down the apartment steps. They all sucked! He angrily hailed a cab and slammed the door shut behind him.

"Where to, sir?"

"I don't know! Anywhere!" Tommy shouted. The driver cringed.

"I can't do that..."

"You can't do that? You can't?! Well, what are ya? Some big, stupid, doofus?"

"Sir..."

"Well screw you! I'll walk," he said, getting out and slamming the door again. The cab disappeared quickly. Tommy raged as he walked down the street. People stood back from him as he waved his arms and yelled. He didn't get too far before the police showed up.

"What do YOU want?!" Tommy glared at them.

"We've had some complaints about a crazy man yelling at himself on the street. You're the only one yelling, sir," the one officer said calmly.

"I'M NOT CRAZY!" Tommy screamed. He watched the other officer whisper into the first officer's ear, who nodded. Tommy caught the words "escaped" and "ward" in the same sentence. He was NOT going to go back there!

"Why don't you come with us?" he asked Tommy.

"No way!"

An ambulance pulled up then, and Tommy panicked. This wasn't his first rodeo. He ran, only to be tackled by the officer.

"We'll get you back to your room in no time," the officer said.

"No! NO!"

"Easy, sir," the paramedic said, giving him something. It got all soft and fuzzy soon. Tommy relaxed. The paramedics took him back to the psych ward where he had escaped from. They were still puzzled as to how and where he got the suit he was in. He kept babbling about a Rachel, but they chalked it up to his mentally ill state as there was no Rachel in his life that they were aware of. Just his mother and brother.

"Ahhhh," Tommy said as he sank onto his bed again. He was all right.

Vince & Jason

"Unbelievable," Vince said as they left Phoebe behind.

"Yea," Jason agreed. He was very threatened by Vince physically, but he didn't let on. Phoebe had played them both, and Vince had offered him a beer, so he agreed.

"You didn't really miss much," Vince said to Jason once they sat down.

"What do you mean?"

"Sexually. I mean, she'll do some pretty weird things, but I've had better."

"I really would rather not talk about it," Jason said stiffly.

"Open flame in the woods," Vince scoffed. "What's wrong with her?"

"She's different," Jason said, swigging his beer.

"So what do you do?" Vince asked after a while.

"I teach kindergarten."

"Oh," Vince said.

"It's a hard job," Jason defended himself.

"Not like fighting fire," Vince laughed. "Man, she has wide taste too."

"Enough about Phoebe!" Jason ordered. He didn't want to think about her. Maybe she had hurt him, but she was still gorgeous.

"Pretty lady ten o'clock," Vince said, gesturing. "Dibs."

"Then why did you even point her out?" Jason asked, disgruntled.

"I don't know," Vince pondered before hopping off his stool. Jason frowned as he walked over to the woman. Well, if he wanted to be like that, then Jason could play too. He banged his beer down and went over to introduce himself. Let the best man win!

Pete

So Monica couldn't stand watching him get beat up. So what? Pete didn't need her. He could barely feel anything anyway, so a broken heart didn't matter. His focus was to win the championship, and he would. He'd show her. Sure, they had a good thing going, and she was cute, and they were great together...

Wait, what was wrong with him? He just let the best woman he'd ever dated walk out that door!

"You'll be up in no time," his manager grinned, cutting into his thoughts. "Good riddance of the broad by the way. She was only hindering your progress."

"But she loved me," Pete said sadly.

"And you love ultimate fighting," his manager insisted. "You can't have both."

Pete sighed. Perhaps his manager was right. Monica would go on to find someone who could be there for her and not stuck in the fighting world. It was good while it lasted, and now it was over. He would eventually win and have the pick of any woman after that. They'd never make him feel as good as Monica did, but that was the price he was willing to pay.