Day 3 - Just like Perez!
"Hey, what're you doing?" Kelly asked, wheeling her chair over to the edge of the divider. Ryan was currently somewhere being hassled by Michael.
"Nothing. Thinking," Toby mumbled, tearing his gazed away from forming constellations in old thumbtack holes on the wall.
"'Bout what?" she asked, restlessly spinning from side to side in her swivel chair.
"...The cameras. It's weird being filmed again."
"Oh, yeah... They haven't been back here much lately, though. I don't notice them a lot anymore. Sometimes, though, I totally feel like a debutante, like Paris or someone, with a whole bunch of paparazzi. Hey, I wonder if I'll get totally famous like them if the doc airs?"
"Yeah, but... the media doesn't portray those girls in a very good light."
Kelly pursed her lips, like this had never occurred to her.
"It kind of worries me sometimes," he continued. "How they'll portray everyone in the documentary." By everyone, he meant one specific person.
She shrugged. "I dunno. Hey, you know what? If it airs and everyone gets famous and they put a bunch of dirt about me on air, I'll just sue like everyone did for Borat."
"You can't do that. Everyone had to sign wavers before filming began. You can't take legal action for anything they do or don't air."
"Oh. Damn." She fell silent for about a beat. "Oh, I know! I'll totally have a famous blog just like Perez and give everybody the real story. I bet I'd get so much more famous than everybody else. You should have one, too!"
That was actually enough to make him laugh. "...I don't think I'd get famous. Even if the documentary airs." He figured he'd be a nothing in the background, or the butt of Michael's attempts at jokes, or just some pathetic weirdo that acted vastly inappropriately. None of which were far from the truth.
"It's okay. I'll put the real truth about you in mine," she said offhandedly. "You know what? I should totally start writing it now so I don't forget." She frowned. "I mean when I get home."
Oh. right. Another of the million stupid things he'd done: Sniped at Kelly about her online quizzes because he'd been channeling all his frustration into enforcing HR policies. For once. "You should probably start now. So you don't forget."
She grinned. "Awesome! I'm gonna dish out the dirt on this place so bad..." She ducked back into her cubicle, and soon the clatter of typing and an occasional giggle filled the still air of the annex.
Toby kind of smiled. He didn't care anymore. Hopefully, unemployment and royalty checks would be enough, because he was increasingly sure he's never get another job after this one.
A/N: This story is increasingly becoming retcon and fan spec. But... So is most fanfiction, so... Also, I'm trying to nicely explain Paul's mediocre acting... Sigh.
