"Can I ask you a question?"
Jim wore a small smile. "Shoot."
Pam suddenly became nervous and looked around hesitantly; almost feeling like someone was watching her. She just attributed that feeling to the alcohol and looked down at her Dundie winning white keds. "I, uh--" She was feeling unsteady on her feet and began to sway slightly.
"Beesly? You okay?" Jim held her at the shoulders and she pressed her forehead to her chest.
"I'm not feeling so well." She mumbled before vomiting in the grass.
Jim widened his eyes and glanced at Angela. "Um, I think it would be best if Pam sat for a few minutes. I'll get her home."
"Fine." Angela groaned. "Figures. I put myself out there and no one has any consideration when I try to help them…"
"Have a great night, Angela." Jim beamed as she continued her rant. Fortunately, that didn't last long and she was gone a few seconds later.
Pam giggled as Jim led her to the bench they were just sitting at. "I think that tree is spinning." She commented as she pointed upward.
"No." Jim followed her gaze with his eyes and smiled. "I think…you're drunk."
Pam hit his arm. "You can keep your comments to yourself, thank you. I only had two drinks."
"Two drinks?" Jim repeated. "Considering that you had about five second drinks and second drink counts as one drink…"
Pam ruffled his hair.
"…for the purposes of this discussion."
Pam giggled.
"So, 'World's Longest Engagement' or 'Whitest Sneakers'. Which Dundie is better?"
Pam pretended to think. "Oh, I don't know. I guess it really doesn't matter. It's not like either one of those 'prestigious' awards will get me out of Dunder Mifflin any faster."
"Working here does have its advantages. Where else could you possibly spend your afternoon watching a staff basketball game…and get paid for it?"
Pam nodded with a laugh. "True."
"Besides, you get to work close to Roy." Jim pointed out.
"Oh yeah, that's a real treat." Pam scoffed. "Sometimes I wonder if he's worth it; especially after nights like tonight."
Jim narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"He just left me, Jim. What I wanted to do didn't align with what he wanted to do, so he just took off. Is that the way you and Katy settle things?"
"No." Jim responded in a voice barely above a whisper. His eyes wondered towards the moon. "I think--"
"If there wasn't a Roy or Katy, would we be a couple?"
Jim was dumbfounded. Granted, it was probably just the alcohol talking, but he wondered if Pam somehow got into his brain and decided to have a look around. "I--I--" he stammered.
"Nevermind." Pam nervously fidgeted with her fingers and stood up. "I think I'm ready to go home now."
Jim dropped his hands to his knees, resulting in a light smack, and pushed himself up as well. "Sure."
"Before we go," Pam raised herself to Jim's level and pressed her lips to his, "I just wanted to tell you that you're awesome, Jim. Thanks…for just being you." She lightly took his hands in her own and led him to his car.
Being the gentleman that he was, Jim opened Pam's door and she sat down. She tried to pull the door closed, but he held it open. "Pam?"
She glanced up at him. "Yeah?"
"Did you mean what you asked me? Because I think it can be arranged."
She blinked a couple of times and smiled. The smile faded, however, when she realized she was in her bed…alone.