"Best Dundies ever!" Pam screamed into the camera, breaking away from Jim and drunkenly "woo-ing"

"Woah, okay there. Careful Bees," Jim said, reaching out to steady her again as she began to hobble.

"God, she's so close," Jim thought, his body pressed against hers. He had kissed her, and now she stood with her body relying on his. She was so close that he could feel her breath turn to vapor as it hit the cool September night air. They walked towards where Angela would be bringing the car around, slowly and carefully.

"Hey, Um. Jim. Can I ask you something?" Pam said, and though she was drunk, she was still sweet, quiet, Pam Beesly. The sweet, quiet Pam Beesly that Jim Halpert had fallen in love with.

"Shoot." He said, and something in her eyes told Jim that this was going to be a big moment.

Pam took a deep breath, wanting to really think about what she was going to say before she said it. Her question could change everything for both of them, and even in her drunken state, she couldn't take that lightly. She took another deep breath, and before she could spill out the words "Do you love me, because I think I love you?" She noticed the camera. No, she couldn't. If she spoke now, in front of the camera, there would be no going back. "Thanks." She ended up saying, realizing that Jim was waiting for her to speak.

"Not really a question," Jim pointed out with a smirk. Angela's car pulled around, and Jim helped her inside. "Alright, have a good night, Bees. Thank you, Angela." Jim pulled away, knowing he would say more if he gave himself the chance to. He would tell Pam "I love you." He would say. "I'll drive you home. My home. I'll drive you anywhere, so long as we can go together." He would say "Thank you, Angela, for offering to keep the only thing that matters to me safe." But not tonight. They were wildly drunk, or at least she was, and he was not going to let a drunken kiss ruin whatever it was that they had created. So he would tell her. But not tonight.