Disclaimer: Not mine.

Author's Note: A million thanks to those of you who have reviewed! I got some positive feedback about the Dwangela in the last chapter, so I decided to bring that up again. And if you've read the past five author's notes, you know how much I like reviews. Wink. Wink.

Chapter 6: Marshmallow Madness

"Now that everyone is present," Michael said, shooting a frustrated glance at Jim, who had just finally sat down with a speared marshmallow, "we can start the next game!"

"Another?"

"Yes, Toby, another. And try not to be such a party pooper, you…party pooper," Michael said, peeved. Toby picked at his golden brown marshmallow forlornly.

"Since we didn't have a chance earlier," Michael continued, "I think we should play spin-the-bottle!"

"NO!" the employees chorused.

"Fine!" Michael huffed, allowing his marshmallow to catch fire. He brandished his flaming treat at the crowd. "One of you suggest a game, then!"

"I have an idea!" Phyllis said.

"What?" Angela demanded.

"I…well, I thought that…never mind, it's stupid…" Phyllis said, staring nervously at her lap. Angela sighed.

"I have a great one," Kevin announced.

"Let's hear it, Kev," Jim prompted.

"Truth" – Kevin flicked his eyes left, then right, then forward – "or dare."

"Yes! Kevin! Coming alive! I like the way you think!" Michael said, suddenly happy again.

"An excellent suggestion!" Andy boomed, eager to be on Michael's good side.

"Ohmygod!" Kelly babbled super fast. "I just love truth or dare! It's so totally awe-suuum! We played it all the time at sleepovers when I was a kid, and one time, this ugly girl, who I really hated, but I felt bad for because she looked so gross and had no friends, she dared me to say, 'Tom Cruise is hotter than Brad Pitt,' which is so obviously not true, and it took me so much courage to say it! It was so bad, but sooooo awe-suuum! Kind of like those Disney movies that are made for TV – you hate them while you watch but you just can't get enough!" Kelly giggled merrily and flashed the camera a toothy smile.

"Well, I did okay at the finger game, so maybe truth or dare won't be that bad," Phyllis said quietly. She looked at her lap again. "Anyway, it's a better game than I had in mind…."

"Bring on the dares," Andy said pompously. "I'm the Dare Man, the Dare Meister, the…Dare-inator."

Stanley didn't even look at the camera; he was too busy working on one of his cross word puzzles. "I still want to go home," he said flatly.

"Pretty please with sugar on top can we play truth or dare?" Michael begged his reluctant coworkers.

"Only if there are no inappropriate dares," Jim said. There was a general muttering of agreement, and Michael beamed.

"Yay!" he said.

"Kevin should go first," Karen suggested, "since he thought up the game and all."

Michael agreed. "Okay, Kevin, ask someone!"

Kevin turned to Jim. He smirked. "Truth or dare, Jim?"

"Truth."

Kevin sniggered. "Who do you think is hotter – Pam or Karen?"

The silence that followed the question was tense and awkward. Jim, Pam, and Karen all stared at each other with eyes the size of dinner plates. Kevin nodded slowly, a toothless grin on his chubby face.

Jim cleared his throat. "Between Pam and Karen…Kevin is definitely hottest."

Everyone except Kevin looked relieved as Jim tactfully side-stepped what would definitely have been a crisis. Kevin just looked confused.

"But I wasn't an option, Jim."

Jim smiled at him. "I know, but you're just a total babe, Kev." Jim winked at him. "Hotter than any women. The unspoken third choice."

Kevin gave Jim a double thumbs up. "Niiiice."

"Which of the two is hotter?" Michael repeated back to the camera. "Uhhh, hello! Pam! Obviously!"

"Definitely Pam," Toby sighed, a dreamy expression on his face.

"Is Kevin still an option?" Oscar asked. He smiled. "Just kidding."

"Jim's turn!" Michael crowed.

Jim turned to Dwight. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Dwight stared Jim down, straight-faced and ready for the worst to come.

"I dare you to…sing 'Happy Birthday' to me every time somebody sneezes during the game."

The employees laughed. Not only was this a creative, harmless dare, but Creed currently suffered a bit of a head cold.

Dwight looked a bit relieved. "That's it?"

"That's it," Jim concluded.

"Why didn't I dare Dwight to do something more embarrassing?" Jim repeated back to the camera. "Well, streaking was out of the question, because I just ate. And I've already witnessed enough of Dwight kissing to provide me with a lifetime of nightmares. Plus, this dare will make it seem like it's my birthday every time somebody sneezes." Jim grinned. "Better Dwight singing than Andy."

Dwight looked impressed. "I thought Jim would jump on the chance to make me do something stupid when I didn't have a choice. I never turn down dares. But that…" he looked pensive, "…that was an easy one." Dwight furrowed his eyebrows.

"Jim was nice to Dwight!" Michael chirped. "My bonding trip was a HUGE SUCCESS!"

"My turn," Dwight declared. "Angela, truth or dare?"

Angela thought it over. "Dare," she said firmly.

"I dare you to kiss me," he said quickly.

The group watched agape while Angela crossed the circle, leaned down, and pecked Dwight lightly on the cheek. Both were blushing, but appeared extremely satisfied. The Dunder-Mifflinites were shocked. Pam and Jim turned to each other, downright horrified.

"This has just been a sick night," Pam moaned.

"What. The. HELL!?" Jim complained.

"Poor Dwight," Oscar said. "He's so desperate, he asked Angela to kiss him. The guy must not get any action to want that to put its lips on him!"

Angela, unusually flushed and fluttery, looked tentatively around the circle. "Karen!" she said, and Karen jumped a bit, startled. "Truth or dare?"

"Er, truth?"

"You know that green lingerie that you bought at Victoria's Secret when Michael took us out?"

Karen blushed furiously, but nodded. Kevin leaned closer to Stanley. "Green lingerie?" he whispered in his coworker's ear. "Ow ow!"

"Well," Angela continued, "did you ever wear it for Jim?" Her tone of voice suggested that she disapproved of wearing bright undergarments, especially in front of other people.

"Um…I…" Karen stammered. "Yeah." She stared at her hands, so embarrassed that her ears had turned the bright pink hue of her face. Pam was glaring at Jim with narrowed eyes, who was putting classic, wide-eyed, innocent stare to good use.

The atmosphere was tense.

Creed sneezed.

"Happy birthday to Jim! Happy birthday to Jim! Happy birthday to JAAAAAAY-AAAAAAMES!" Dwight bellowed, jumping off of his log. "Happy birthday tooooo YOUUUUUUU!" He bowed and sat back down.

Glad for a distraction from the uncomfortable reality of Karen and Jim's underwear escapades, the whole group clapped and cheered for Dwight as he resumed the toasting of his ninth marshmallow.

"Karen's turn," he informed everyone with his mouth full.

"Truth or dare, Andy?" asked a disheartened Karen.

Andy was psyched. "DARE!"

"I dare you to…go jump into that stream."

Andy leaped to his feet and saluted Karen. "I'm on it!" He sprinted towards the far side of the camp ground. Creed sneezed again, and by the time Dwight had finished anther rousing chorus of 'Happy Birthday,' Andy had returned to the fire, sopping wet.

Andy squelched over to his log and sat down, leaving puddles in his wake. His lips were blue. "That was cold!" he said happily. "Okay, my turn! Michael, truth or dare?!"

Dwight frowned at Andy as Michael said, "Truth!"

"What's more important to you – good farming skills and a purple belt or a fantastic singing voice and impeccable ivy-league educational background?"

"Erm," said his befuddled boss, "the second part?"

Andy shot Dwight a triumphant look.

"MY TURN!" Michael roared, as if he'd been waiting his whole life for an opportunity to ask someone 'truth or dare.' "Pam!" he said, and Pam cringed. "Truth or dare?!"

"Dare?" she said hesitantly.

"I dare you to take your shirt off!"

Pam's mouth pressed into a thin line.

"Okay, game's over!" Jim announced, helping Pam up from the log. The rest of the employees stood as well, shaking their heads and looking as if they had expected such a thing to happen sooner.

"See you in the morning," Michael called sadly after everyone as they left for their respective cabins. Dwight walked Michael to his cabin in order to console him.

"It'll happen eventually," he tried to cheer up his friend.

Michael pouted, dejected. "It's what I wished for after I blew the candles out on my last birthday, and yet…she's still very clothed."

Dwight patted his arm kindly. "Sometimes, Michael, when you believe in them with all your heart…dreams really do come true."

Angela waited outside of her cabin for Dwight to return. When he showed up, she pulled him around the back so that they were out of sight.

"That was a bit bold of you!" she said in reference to Dwight's dare.

"I know it was a bit brazen, my monkey, but…you just looked so lovely in the firelight…even more beautiful than Princess Leia…and I just had to feel your lips upon my face."

Angela swooned. "Oh, D!"

And again with the snogging.

"Wow, Jim, green lingerie? Really?"

Jim shot her an apologetic look as he pulled on his pajamas. "It was a long time ago. And your taste in underwear is better."

Satisfied, Pam changed the subject. "And I can't believe Michael!" she fumed, pulling on her own pajamas. "I mean…honestly! He's just so rude!"

Jim slipped into his sleeping bag. "You can't blame him for wanting to see you shirtless."

"Jim!" she cried, taken aback.

Jim grinned. "I really do think you should follow through with that dare, Beesly…."

Pam's mouth made an O. She stared at Jim for a second, and then she was beating upon him with her pillow.

"You" – smack – "are" – smack – "a" – smack – "LOSER!" she cried, while Jim, laughing, huddled in his sleeping bag with his arms over his head to block the blows. Also laughing, Pam dropped the pillow and plunked down next to him, catching her breath. Eventually, she slipped into her own sleeping bag and rested her head on her bent arms. Jim copied her and faced her.

"I was only kidding," he said.

Pam grinned mischievously. "No you weren't."

Jim sighed, his eyes twinkling impishly. "You know me too well."