Title: Late Night Musings
Disclaimer: No infringement intended, The Office doesn't belong to me, otherwise- naw, I won't even go into it.
Summary: Jim and Pam just can't seem to have an uninterrupted conversation.
Spoilers: Phyllis' Wedding.
Notes: Thanks to all who reviewed, I've still got another chapter after this and GUESS WHAT? I really need some input about how people feel about this fanfic. Because honestly? You're giving me serious issues here. :)
------------------
"Coffee was needed." Jim's voice, aloof yet charming, made Pam uncurl her toes. Her hands stayed knuckle white around the mug, though.
"Ah. Some mornings I need a good ol' cup of Joe myself. Like one looooong night ago. Jan came down from new York and let me tell you-" Michael's long winded speech was cut off all of a sudden, his eyes out of the window. His once boisterous voice changed to forlorn and under a huge strain. "Listen, Toby said if I didn't come over and apologize for my "inappropriate behavior" which is ridiculous because how can comforting a friend be 'inappropriate'-"
"Michael, you don't need to apolog-" especially without changing out of your stripper costume, Pam couldn't help but think.
"Actually, I do. Toby," never before had Pam heard such hatred in Michael's voice, "said my actions today could endanger my job. Apparently trying to cheer up a friend is now a 'sexual harassment lawsuit' waiting to happen. He also wants you to sign some document so that you won't sue the company."
"Oh." Michael had that inalienable talent to make people go speechless, this was one of those times.
"So, if Toby asked, I apologized, ok?"
"Yeah, ok."
"Good!" Michael's odd happiness at the weirdest times returned, and he looked at the table Pan and Jim currently shared. "So, you guys are having coffee?" innuendo was surfeited with those six words.
"Yep." Jim's voice was slightly muffled as he lifted the cup to his face. Pam wondered idly how he had the courage when it was Michael's greatest quest in life to make a person laugh so hard they choked. Bonus points if the liquid came out of the target's nose. But Michael was staring at Pam, and took out a small pamphlet of papers. She didn't even want to guess where they papers were hidden. He plopped them down right in front of her, and smiled as he spoke,
"So take the rest of the day off today, you too Jim, and make sure to sign 'em, ok?" Pam was gently reminded of a boy who tried to trick his parents into giving him the Missile launcher for Christmas between sweaters and blue socks. And Pam realized she was working at the office too long when she grabbed the papers, put them in her lap and found his antic's cute rather than alarming.
"Sure Michael."
"Great, great great great great great!"
"I'll say." Jim's comment sounded only a small amount of the gusto any one of Michael's 'great' was. But Pam happened to think his was more charming.
"So what happened to Karen?" literally two minutes ago Michael sounded as if his world was ending, now he sounded as giddy as a school girl. No, that wasn't enough, as giddy as when he was with Packard. Discussing sex. In front of the office. With everyone listening in morbid fascination.
"I think she went home. Had a headache." Michael looked around the room and Pam had a sinking feeling he was looking for a chair to grab, so he could continue this conversation.. indefinitely. Jim looked up at her involuntary shudder.
"Really? Cause it seemed more like Roy would be the one with the headache." Michael laughed heartily, obviously expecting a good response, now that they were squared away with his whole stripping thing. Pam was more sickened with the way his whole body shook with laughter. Apparently he was off the yolk diet.
"That's not funny." it was at such odd times that Pam stood up for herself, she surprised herself by speaking. And not blushing. That was pretty cool too.
Before Michael could square away his joke, someone spoke,
"Excuse me sir, but we don't allow people without shirts to be allowed in here." A pimply face kid of seventeen, his voice practically shook, not with fear, but with what seemed to be a late puberty.
"Oh yeah, where does it say that?" not trusting his voice to stand up to the a few simple words, the kid pointed to a few choice places a sign stood, addressing the same fact the boy pointed out. One happened to be the window Michael was facing,"Oh." It was comforting to know others seemed to lose their speech capabilities like Pam did.
"I'm sorry, you'll need to vacate the premises."
"Listen, I'm talking-" a glance out the window and, "know what? It's fine... Peter. See you at work tomorrow guys."
"Bye." Pam followed Michael's form out of the restaurant, finding it too hilarious not to, and noticed out the window, across the street, Toby. Michael's very odd change in opinion mid-way through his speech suddenly made sense. When she shared this with Jim, he gave a mock-serious pointed look at her.
"What?"
"You're one to talk."
"About what?"
"Ms. I-got-kicked-out-of-Chili's-because-I-was-so-inebriated."
"Inebriated?"
"I went to college."
"And you learned a fancy way of saying drunk?"
"That I did."
"And what else did you learn?"
"Lots of stuff."
"Like what?" he's looked at her like he wanted to kiss her, and she felt her heart begin to pound. He shrugged modestly, and she felt the corners of mouth twitch. Deciding to hide the fact by eating, her throat felt far too parched, and she drank after a bite or two.
"Pi will never equal a round number." her laughter is slightly muffled by the liquid she's just ingested, and after he handed her a torn up napkin, she shot him a dirty look.
"You did that on purpose!" he nodded, trying to hide his grin with the tip of his cup, taking a drink to make it look all the more natural. Pam knew she only has a moment to get him back,
"I want to fuck you." the response is immediate and very satisfying. Michael would be angered he hadn't caused Jim's coughing and the fact that his nose was now burning. When normal speech patterns emerged, he raised an arm,
"Check please!"
----------------------------
Woah, who new Pam had it in her?