PAM TAKES ANOTHER LOOK AT THE DUNDEES AFTER A MASSIVE HANGOVER
Pam was not a heavy drinker. She had a few beers, once, when she was eighteen at her roommate's party, but she'd cut herself off when she began to feel lightheaded and nauseous. She had never gotten properly drunk before.
It's funny-she really didn't remember at all what happened that night at the Dundies after Roy left, except a happy blur of color, and she was a little curious (not to mention embarrassed of being dead drunk in front of everyone); but she had to know the truth.
Officially, none of the cameramen are supposed to show any of them their footage until the documentary's finished, but she had bribed one of them into letting her see just this one clip.
Is this worth it? She asked herself, as she watched Dwight throw a microphone to a "ghetto-tized" Michael, who started his Dundie Rap. There was Ryan with the cue cards. Poor Guy-Michael always made him do the worst things for him, like steal that FundleBundle tape from Michael's grandmother's house on Bring Your Daughter to Work Day. Oh, and there was Phyllis, Kelly, Oscar at Jim's table. They were laughing, no doubt at something Jim had said.
And then there was her and Roy. They both looked pretty bored; Roy was wearing an annoyed expression as he watched Michael "do his thang", as her boss had told her earlier, when she asked, in so many words, what fresh hell they would be going through this year.
The frame went back to Dwight, bobbing his head to the music, and Michael, still singing. Pam felt bad for those people behind the platform, innocently going out to eat at Chili's, and being assaulted with the full blown horrors of being a part of the Dunder Mifflin Co. under Michael Scott.
She could just make out the waitress that stopped the show, walking behind Dwight. There she goes, taking the plug with her. Pam smiled. Dwight's expression was priceless. "The waitress tripped over the plug he said," he said, looking so much like a four-year-old, put out because he'd gotten his favorite toy taken away.
Pam remembered feeling full of dread right then, because she knew there was a very good chance that Michael would want to do the whole song over again, and Roy looked mutinous. Luckily her boss decided to move on with the show.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Dundies! I am your host for this evening, Michael Scott…"
The speech went on, and although this was not on screen, Pam knew Roy was looking at his watch.
A hard bass started, and she knew what was coming next. Michael announced the first Dundie, shirt unbuttoned and swaggering along to "You Sexy Thing". It was the "Best-Looking in the Office" award. "Which goes to-Ryan!" The camera zoomed in on Ryan, who could only be described as a deer in the headlights, as the spotlight was trained on him. "Come on down!" The poor fellow looked desperately around, but no one came to his rescue; Pam giggled a little to herself as she saw Jim give her T.V. self one of those raised-eyebrow looks as a startled-looking Ryan made his way down to a "sexy-dancing" Michael, holding the Dundie statuette.
So far, she remembered all of this, although it was fascinating seeing herself and everyone else from this point of view. Fleetingly, she wondered what people would think of them when they watched this documentary, and-she cringed-her completely drunk.
Michael was now doing impressions, though who of, Pam still couldn't figure out. The camera switched back to her and Roy, where Roy was getting up and telling her that they were getting out of this place.
"Oh, you guys are leaving?" Pam saw Jim say to her on television, and herself nodding. Despite Michael's truly awful jokes and puns, and her feigning lack of enthusiasm, she knew that Jim always had the best commentary for this sort of occasion, and she hadn't wanted to miss it. But Roy wanted her to go.
Pam blushed with embarrassment as she saw herself and Roy in the parking lot, shot through one of the windows in the restaurant. Just how much do these guys get on film?
She watched as Roy yelled something at her and grabbed her arm too tightly. That was when she had snapped. T.V.Pam ripped her arm from Roy's grip and told him she was going to whatever the hell she pleases, with or without his permission. Of course, the tape didn't catch that, as it was filmed through a solid wall, but the jist of it was there. Wow, she thought, we look like one of those couples who have a terrible, even violent relationship. But that's not the case with us- I mean, we had both just gotten off a long 9 to 5 shift; of course we're going to have spats. But she still felt uneasy, and the image of Roy gripping her so hard, demanding that they both leave was stuck with her, as if someone had pasted it under her eyelids.
There was a noise behind her-someone had opened and shut the door. It was Jim. "Hey Beasly- what're you watching?" He sat down next to her, at the conference table.
Pam looked at him, and noticed there was the tiniest piece of hair sticking up on the side of his ear. She had the strangest urge to reach out and tuck it back where it belonged. "Uh," she said, mentally shaking herself, "the Dundie Awards. From last night," she added, unnecessarily.
"Oh," he said, nodding his head, "the infamous Dundies. Where are we?" He looked up, and saw T.V.Pam ordering another drink.
"Just in time to see me drink myself under the table."
He nodded, again. "Pam?"
"Mmmm…," came the answer, her eyes glued to the screen as she watched herself guzzle down three glasses of Tequila, with a look of faint disgust on her face.
"How much do you remember of last night?"
"Barely anything after this. Except Angela driving me home. Why?"
"No reason."
A/n: Dun dun dun. How will Pam react when she finds out she kissed Jim at the Dundies? And just how is Dwight handling not getting an award for his shelf this year? Tune in next week, for Pam Beasly Takes Another Look At The Dundies After A Massive Hangover Part II! Feel free to tell me what you think, and point out any inaccuracies (I know there's probably many-I don't remember the whole episode word for word), and if you could remind me what happens next (I have a good idea, but then again more details can be added in for extra oomph, or whatever you want to call it.) So. I'm down on my knees, begging you, groveling at your feet, to please review! I will love you forever.