A/N: We're back! It hasn't been updated in a while but this chapter is incredibly long partly to make up for it and partly because we got carried away. But we like it. Too bad we don't own it. But we do own Jules! She popped up in a roleplay a while ago and refuses to leave.
Pam hummed along to the music that Angela had playing from her laptop, once in a while adding in the words but usually too busy to think of what they were. She opened up the window and reached out to touch the branch of the tree that was between both of their yards. "I swear to you," she started, half leaning out the window, but not enough to actually scare Angela or herself. "One day I'm going to see if I can climb from this tree, into my bedroom window." She'd wanted to since forever, but had never actually done it.
Angela smirked. "That's a load of crap," she said, looking at the tree. "The closest branch to your window is like three feet away. That's a big jump." The tree was much closer to Angela's window than it was to Pam's, which was a shame. It would've made it so much easier to sneak over to Pam's if the tree was just a bit closer. Pam could climb the tree and end up in Angela's room all she wanted but it didn't work as well the other way. Someday Angela was going to try it, even though it seemed impossible. If she could scare Pam half as much as she had scared her when she climbed in her window at 5 am last summer (when Angela was dead asleep, too) than her life would be complete.
"It's not a load of crap, are you serious? I may be clumsy on the ground but in the air or in the trees I'm an acrobat." Was that true? Well sort of. She'd climbed through Angela's window before, and she was good at the monkey bars. So that counted as in the air, in a way. "Should I go beg your mom for some snacks, or should we tell blokes that we are their snack?" Pam said with a huge smirk, kinking her eyebrows as she slowly backed towards the door. "Seems possible."
"Well if you want to be their snack that's entirely up to you," Angela said, getting off her bed and stretching. "I however am completely starved so maybe you should go get snacks." Mrs. Martin liked Pam a lot more than Angela. She was completely mystified as to why. Angela was the perfect daughter. "Oh, and maybe let her know that their coming over. Or text them and tell them to climb the tree." If Angela told her mom they had two guys coming over she was likely to lecture her on promiscuity, but if Pam told her then she would just assume they were going to play board games or something. Pam gave off an air of innocence. It was completely unfair. Angela was just as innocent as her, if a bit less virginal.
"I do want to be Jim's snack. He is rather gorgeous." Pam smirked. More like extremely, model type gorgeous. "Fine. I'll go get snacks. All the yummy snacks, and I'll let your mother know that we're two people short of my Harry Potter Scene It, and so I called over two guys because they also really like Harry Potter and it's the only way we can play this game." She explained with a proud smile, knowing that she had just thought of the most brilliant plan. "If they get here while I'm fixing up snacks, I'll send them up. Don't cop feels on my guy." She said quickly before she left the room, heading down the stairs.
Angela shook her head. "Harry Potter Scene It? You're such a bloody liar. No wonder my mom likes you. If I lied to her all the time I'm sure she would like me too." Ever since Mrs. Martin had found a condom (one singular condom) in Angela's nightstand she had acted like her daughter was some sort of out of control wild child. Not that she expected to be praised for her responsibility or anything but you would think her mom found a used needle or something. Parents just overreacted. She was at university! She could legally drink. She was completely an adult. And her mom always poked around in her private business. "If they get here before you come back upstairs I might have to," she said. "You invited them over. As I am not the hostess here I can't be held responsible for my actions." That didn't even make sense but Angela was still unsure about this. Pam was too forward for her own good.
"I'm not that much of a liar. If they wanna play it, I'm down." She spoke quickly, shaking her head and ignoring the rest of the things she said as she went downstairs. She took a deep breath before skipping her way into the living room. "Hi," She started with a huge cheeky smile, glancing at both Mr. and Mrs. Martin. "I hope you don't mind, but I invited these two lovely gentlemen over because remember that Harry Potter Scene It I purchased?" she asked. "Well, it's so boring to play with two people. So it'd be much more fun with two other people, and they know all about Harry Potter so I figured it'd be alright." She knew it would work. They found her the most innocent person in the world. Which was what the opposite of her parents thought, but whatever.
Mrs. Martin smiled. "That sounds nice, love. Do you want me to get you a snack? I know you girls usually grab dinner after work but you're both so thin. I'm worried you don't eat enough." She went into the kitchen and pulled a plate out of the cupboard. "Now, I made some brownies earlier. Extra chocolate chips, just like you like. Would you like to take some upstairs? I can get you some milk, too. You girls don't get enough vitamins in your diet, eating junk food and ordering takeaway all the time." Angela was always a little annoyed by her mom fawning over her and Pam, but her mom seemed happiest when she was trying to mold her daughter into a perfect human being so Angela had no choice but to be smothered in brownies. It really wasn't so bad when she added extra chocolate.
"That actually sounds lovely, especially with the extra chocolate chips." Pam smiled excitedly, following her into the kitchen. "I know, we don't get enough vitamins at all. I wish we didn't have to work so late because I love sitting down with you and having a real dinner," she said sweetly, batting her lashes. She was so thankful Angela's mother loved her, because her own mother saw right through her. But maybe it's cause Pam was genuinely nicer to Angela's parents. Oh well. "Sure, I'll take some upstai-" She paused, hearing the door. That was quick. "Hold on, I'll get it. It's probably them. She continued her sweet act, skipping over to the door and opening it wide.
"Hey, sorry we took so long but I was trying to see if you live next to the Queen of England, holy shit." Michael spoke, pointing towards the huge castle-like house next to Angela's. "My god, they must be rich."
"Ignore him. He has no class," Jim said, wiping his feet on the mat outside the door. He never wiped his shoes off at home, but then again his family didn't have a mat outside the door. His parents pretty much just gave up when his brothers were younger. There were a couple younger kids sitting in the living room off to the right though so maybe Angela's parents just cared more than his did. He could smell something baking in the kitchen, too. Angela was one lucky girl.
Angela was planning on just waiting upstairs, but once she heard Michael's voice she ventured out of her bedroom. "You two can come upstairs," she said, waving at them from the landing. "Pam's just taking care of something in the kitchen." Mrs. Martin came out of the kitchen and gave her a stern look, prompting Angela to sigh and walk downstairs. "Mom, this is Jim and Michael. They're on a school trip from America."
"It's nice to meet you," Jim said politely, nudging Michael. Blowing it with Angela's mom right off the bat would be a bad way to start the social part of their trip. Thankfully, she just smiled and shook their hands.
"Uh yeah, what he said, nice to meet you." Michael said quickly, shaking her hand lightly.
"It's nice to meet you too," she said with a smile. "Now, I was just getting some brownies together for you kids. Go on upstairs and start your game. I'll bring them up in a few minutes." Angela took that as an invitation to grab Pam's arm and drag her toward the stairs, followed closely by the boys.
"Sounds great, Mom," she said, taking the stairs two at a time. Even though her mom told them to go upstairs she wanted to avoid any nosy questions or annoying staring from her siblings.
"Ow, ow, ow." Pam winced as Angela dragged her away. She was small but she packed power in those tiny annoying fingers. "Let me go." She pried her hand out of Angela's grip. "We were just having a good conversation," she muttered, before looking at the guys and smiling politely since they were still in the sight of Angela's parents. "You two found this place pretty easily."
"Well it was right near the cafe, which is near the hotel. Really it was easy," Michael explained, before turning to Jim. "By the way, I do too have class. Don't act like you weren't looking with me." The house next door was like some place that Gwen Stefani would live in or something. It looked like it'd have a dungeon.
Angela glanced over at Pam. Clearly they didn't know it was her house. Pam was always uncomfortable with her wealth (aka, her parent's bloody fortune) and never talked about it. Her parents still made her have a job and pay for her own things, which Angela thought was completely unfair. Of course, she wasn't Pam's parents. "Just a house, guys," Angela said lightly, leading the way to her bedroom. "It's not really that interesting."
"Michael's not use to being around people," Jim said apologetically. "He doesn't get out of the dorm much. Everyone on our floor is completely afraid of him." That wasn't true at all and Michael was definitely one of the more social guys on the floor but Jim was always apologizing for Michael in jest.
Pam chose to stay quiet, but let out a soft laugh. "Gwen Stefani? She does not live there. At least I don't think so..." She glanced towards Angela, catching her look and just smirking instead of saying anything.
"I am too used to being around people; I'm not caged in some sort of cage." Well, that didn't work out how Michael wanted it to, but whatever. "I didn't know it was bad to talk about houses being huge here. In America it's fine," he defended himself, walking into Angela's room.
"Yeah, it's really offensive here. You can get shot for it." Pam spoke in a serious voice, a small smirk on her face as she squeezed past Angela and into the room, immediately heading back over to the bed and kneeling down to look underneath it. "I put the game in here, right? I figure I should take it out so your mom believes me," she explained, pulling random things out underneath it.
"Somewhere under there, yeah," Angela said, sitting back down at her computer. She had gotten really addicted to Tumblr lately. There were some cool people on there. "Jules said "way to go"." She shot Pam a thumbs up. They had both started following a girl named Jules a few months back and she was incredibly cool. The only problem was she lived in America. Oddly enough, not that far from where Jim and Michael lived, though New York was an entirely different state. She'd been very impressed when Angela said she and Pam were hanging out with two hot Americans.
So they were on Tumblr. At least, Angela was. Pam probably was too, since they both seemed to know whoever Angela was talking about. Of course, that could be someone they actually knew and hung out with. Jim had a Tumblr, but he never went on much. Maybe he had just found a reason to go on more. "So we're playing a game?" he asked, turning his attention back to Pam. "It better be a good game."
Michael glanced around the room; it was a lot bigger than his. Counting both the dorm and the one he had at home. A little too girly for his actual liking but it was nice. "You have a Tumblr?" Michael asked as she spoke, coming up behind her. "Weird, so do we. Except Jim has like no followers cause he's never on." And because Michael was hilarious and everyone loved him and Jim wanted to be as funny as Michael but knew he wasn't, so he gave up. Something like that.
"Would I want to play a game that wasn't good? No," Pam replied with a smirk, finally pulling out the box of Harry Potter Scene It. "We're actually not playing it; it's just a decoy, if you will." She opened the box, balancing the board in front of her on the floor, and scattering a few cards and game pieces. "I mean, bloody hell, haven't even got to play this yet. At least I can pretend I get to play it." She really did need new friends. Or friends in general, because people who didn't like Harry Potter were people she didn't wanna associate herself with. She looked over at Micheal and nodded, "Yeah we each have had one for a while now. Pretty cool. Pretty shitty when you need to study, but kills time either way."
"Every time Michael's trying to study he's always telling me to look at what he just reblogged or what this other person posted," Jim said, nodding. He definitely got that. Somehow going on Tumblr was a lot more tempting when he had actual things to be doing. "I never really got the point of it, to be honest." Jim looked at the game pieces scattered on the floor. He wasn't going to go so far as to say it looked fun but… he did love Harry Potter. In moderation. "We could actually play that, you know," he said. "I would probably beat all of you. Definitely Michael, anyway."
Angela snorted. "Would not," she said, reblogging a photoset of an adorable kitten playing around in a shoe. Like 50% of her blog was pictures of adorable animals. Mostly kittens. She preferred dogs to cats any day, but there was just something about kittens that was really irresistible. They made her hit reblog. "Pam knows more about Harry Potter than anyone, trust me. She always quizzes me about it and threatens to find a new best friend whenever I don't get one of her ridiculous questions right. Who even cares what R.A.B. stands for?" She never could remember, despite Pam telling her all the time. She liked Harry Potter, but she wasn't a rabid fan like Pam.
"Regulus Arcturus Black," Jim said, more or less automatically. He was pretty good with Harry Potter trivia.
"Whatever," Angela said, rolling her eyes. "Everyone knows more than me. That's nice. I'll just lose if we play, so let's not."
Pam's head immediately snapped up, looking at Jim with wide eyes, a small smile spreading across her face. "I fancy you." She spoke, her smile turning into a grin before she looked back down at the game. No one ever knew Harry Potter as much as her, and that was just wicked.
"Wow. Geeks." Michael snorted, rolling his eyes. He knew Harry Potter, but he didn't love it like Jim did. Or Pam, clearly.
"Angela does the same thing. I mean I like Tumblr but... sometimes it can be overbearing. Especially those creeps that reblog your personal pictures." Pam added, looking up with a slightly disgusted face. "Every time someone does that, I feel so awkward. Like, why are they doing that?" Maybe so they could jack it later? She didn't know, but she didn't like it either.
"You don't take it as a compliment? It just means people think you're hot," Michael said quickly, looking at both Pam and Angela. They were definitely a type of girl he'd reblog, especially if they were standing in their underwear.
"No. It's weird if I don't know them and I feel invaded," Pam muttered, spreading out the cards evenly. She spread her legs out in front of her before sitting criss-cross, patting the space next to her. "Angela will be too crabby if we do play it, but we can at least quiz each other. Because I'm pretty sure you're going to lose, James."
"Who said my name was James?" It was, of course, but Pam didn't know that. "Sometimes Jim isn't short for anything." Or, like Michael used to think, it was short for Jimothy. That definitely wasn't the case, though Jim had let Michael think that for a few years before telling him the truth. "I'm not going to lose, trust me. Hit me. Any question in the deck or any question you can think of on your own."
"Michael and I are going to find our own game," Angela announced, standing up from the computer and stretching. "You two nerds can fight to the nerdy death but we're going to do something fun." She pointed to the tree out the window. "See that?" she asked Michael. "It's really easy to climb down if we need to get away from these two."
"It's James," she said simply, not knowing whether she was wrong or not. But she probably wasn't. He was probably giving her a hard time. "Even if it's not James - I'm gonna call you it anyway." She smirked, picking up a few cards and resting her back against the bed, looking at him evily over the top of the cards.
"That tree?" Michael asked, tilting his head to the side as he looked out the window. What a huge tree. It was right in the middle of Angela's house and the other huge house. Maybe he could climb through to the other side.
"Oh, NOW it's easy to climb down, but when I say I'm gonna climb over here from my bedroom window, you say it's impossible?" Pam asked, rolling her eyes. "Typical. You can do everything." She switched a few of her cards behind the other ones before settling on a question. "Okay Mr. Know-It-All. In Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, what were the two initials on Professor Lupin's briefcase?" She asked, a sly smirk as she held the card closer to her.
"It's always been easy to climb down. I just said you couldn't get in your bedroom window from the tree because the tree's too far from your house," Angela corrected, leaning out the bedroom window. It was really cold out but the tree didn't look icy. Neither did the windowsill. She sat on the sill and leaned out, grabbing a branch above her head. There was a branch that came nearly level with the windowsill which was perfect for her feet. "See?" she said, sitting on the branch. "It's easy!" It was also freezing, so she climbed back inside and shut the window. "Easy escape route."
"Very nice," Jim said, clapping. It was a great distraction because he didn't exactly know the answer to Pam's question. She obviously went for the hardest one right away. Who remembered tiny details like that? "R.L.?" Those were his initials, so it made sense. He couldn't remember if the book even specified so it seemed like a safe enough guess. Of course, if he was wrong Pam was probably going to laugh her ass off. And so would Michael, even though he definitely didn't know the answer.
"I could get in my bedroom window, it's not that far. If I had Andy open the window, I could just swing in it." She told her simply, a slight laugh.
"Wait, wait, wait." Michael stared at the tree, looking at both sides, and then at the house across once again - all while making sure Angela wasn't going to slip and die. He shivered before she closed the window, turning to look at Pam and Jim. "That's your house?"
"I don't know, didn't you say Gwen Stefani lives there?" Pam answered smoothly, then immediately laughing. "Nope, you're wrong. It's J! R.J Lupin." She rose her eyebrows, smirking as she swayed back and forth in a bit of a happy celebration kind of dance. "Loser. Pathetic... pathetic."
Angela shook her head. "It's definitely Pam's house," she confirmed, looking over at it. "Has been forever. Like literally forever. It's been in her family for decades." When they were little kids it was kind of cool because they could play hide and seek all over the place but she was beyond used to it now. Michael's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head though.
"Damn," Jim said, realizing Pam was right. He could hear Hermione saying it now. Professor RJ Lupin. "That's misleading though!" It wasn't especially, because she had asked for the two initials and he gave her two initials but he felt kind of dumb for getting it wrong. "Okay," he said, picking up a card at random. "Oh, this one is ridiculously hard so you'll probably get it wrong. The actor who plays Mad-Eye Moody has a son who is also in the movie. Which character did he play?" That was complete news to Jim, so he doubted she would know. This was her game, though. Maybe she had played before.
"Holy shit, why didn't you say anything about owning that house? I could have went in it, since I know you, right? I mean, jesus..." Michael's house was a good size, Jim's was bigger due to the fact he had two brothers and a sister - so it was understandable. Michael just had one sister.
"I don't own it, my parents own it. And I don't know, wasn't important?" Michael was sure loving that house. Pam just never liked to speak about her wealth, because really, it wasn't hers to talk about. It was her parents'. It ran through her father's family, the son would take over the Beesly business when the father got too old - and then all the money was inherited. But Pam wasn't looking to take over that business, so she had no idea what was going to happen later. She narrowed her eyes at Jim, shaking her head. "Really? That's hardly Harry Potter... that's cast based." She sighed, drumming her hands on her knees as she tried to figure it out. "I'm gonna make a guess. Is it... Seamus Finnigan? No it's not. I'm going with it though."
"You were right," Jim said, handing her the card. "It's not. Bill Weasley." The questions about the plot and characters were so much easier than the dumb cast questions. Now Pam was probably going to hunt around for a really hard question for him to answer. "You know, I don't see the resemblance at all." Probably because in the movies Moody was all scarred and had a fake eye. But then in the end Bill had been all scarred too, from the werewolf. So there was that family resemblance.
Angela groaned. "Oh my god, who even cares? Can we please find something interesting to do?" Knowing Pam she wasn't going to let this Harry Potter game go until she was thoroughly kicking Jim's ass. She hated being wrong, especially when it came to Harry Potter.
"I was?" But then her smile immediately fell. "Hey, wanker. Not funny." She narrowed her eyes, taking the card that was in Jim's hands and throwing it onto the ground. "Cheap shot."
"I agree, let's do something that doesn't deal with me and Angela watching nerds play some boring ass game." Michael stated, taking a seat on the bed and looking down at the board game that he'd never get to win.
"Not yet." She reached down and ripped a few more cards out of the stack. "The age line surrounds the goblet of fire by how many feet?" She asked with a smug smile, holding the card close again as if someone would take it.
Damn it, he didn't know that one either! "Twelve," he said, picking a completely arbitrary number. He could actually think about it but then he would just assume he was wrong and pick another number and go through it all over again. "This game is rigged."
"Yes, it's terrible," Angela said, spinning around in her desk chair. "Can we please do something fun now? Michael and I both want to do something different and that's two out of four and with an even number of people that's the majority." That probably wasn't true at all and she didn't even know, but she was too bored to even care. This was supposed to be fun! Two hot guys were in her bedroom and one of them was involved in a fight to death trivia battle with her best friend.
"Ten! Failure. Off by two." Pam grinned, snickering to herself as she stuck a card into the rest of the pack. She glanced over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes at both Angela and Michael. Damn. They would be a good match. They were both not letting her play this game. She never got to and she finally found a guy that wanted to play it with her. How obnoxious.
"Two more minutes and I'm offing both of you. Let's please find something else to do." Michael muttered, leaning down and starting to throw the pieces in the box.
"Not the cards," Jim argued, picking another one out of the pile. "What dangerous creature does Professor Lockhart let free in the classroom in Chamber of Secrets?" That wasn't a very hard one. Some people might think so, but if Jim knew it then Pam should know it, since she was supposed to be a Harry Potter expert and everything. Too bad the card hadn't had a harder question. She had gotten one wrong, but he was losing. "And you should probably get this one wrong so I can win."
"Trust me," Angela said with a snort. "Neither of you are going to win. You're certainly not winners right now." Sometimes it was a curse, being best friends with Pam. But as kids if the next-door neighbor is your age and not an icky boy then it's best friends for life. So far that had been very literal.
Pam couldn't help but laugh as Jim reached for another card as Michael was throwing the things in a box. "Hey, hey hey hey. Stop it, prat, listen to me, you stop. I'll put it in. It has to go in a certain way." She then slapped Michael's hand away, glaring at him until he backed up.
"Yikes, feisty perfectionist. Don't wanna mess with you." Michael spoke quickly before looking over at Jim with wide eyes, and then Angela. "Definitely not winners."
Pam slowly starting putting things in, looking up at Jim with a 'duh' sort of look. "Did you really just ask me that? Pixies. That's the easiest question ever. And now," She reached over, patting him on the shoulder. "You are a sorry bloke, because you have just lost." She then snipped the card out of his hand and added it into the stack that she was organizing.
"Cornishpixies," Jim corrected. "You were only partially right, so you lost too." Technically she was about half a point ahead of him, but only if they were keeping score. He totally wasn't. It didn't even matter. Of course, it was really hard not to keep track of who was doing better. It was just something he did automatically.
"You both lose," Angela said, flopping back onto her bed. "Can we please go do something fun?" She knew she was whining but they weren't seriously going to sit around and play board games when they were with two hot Americans. That definitely did not make a good what-I-did-over-the-holidays story. "Put the cards away faster!"
"Oh, god forbid. I would have given you that full point, I'll have you know. And I'm still winning, so it doesn't matter." She smirked, adding the card to the stack she was currently putting back inside the box - carefully.
"Pam, if you don't go faster I'm gonna throw them all in." Michael commented, going to make a move towards the box.
"Piss off; I bite." She spoke through gritted teeth, finishing the last of the cards and shoving in the game board. It was true, she was a biter. Whenever she and Angela got into it, she'd bite. Or sometimes she'd fight with Angela's brother, Alex, and the only way she could get out of it was biting him. It was just a natural reaction. Probably because she was part cat. "Great, now your mom's gonna think we didn't invite them over for a board game..."
Angela opened the window again, searching the tree for ice. "She really does," she said, holding out her arm as if showing off bite marks, though there weren't any. "It doesn't feel great. Her teeth are very sharp." The tree didn't look too icy. They could always just sneak out and her parents would never know they were gone. Of course, her mom had mentioned bringing up brownies. She would definitely notice if no one was there when she walked in. "Oh, we'll just tell her that we're going to show them around. They're tourists, remember?"
"We're not really tourists," Jim said. "We're just here on a trip." That probably technically make them tourists but Jim hated that term. It made him think of dorks taking pictures of street signs and old buildings that had no significance just to prove they went somewhere. It was cool to be in London and everything but he didn't need photographic evidence of every part of his trip.
Angela waved away his comment. "Whatever. Pretend you care for like thirty seconds so we can go out and have some fun. There's a club not far from here that's usually ridiculously busy over the holidays. It's fantastic."
"Fantastic, or lame," Pam muttered, shoving the game back underneath Angela's bed. Pam did like to dance, when she was playing the 'Just Dance' video game, but otherwise she felt awkward in clubs, because she wasn't the type of girl to go up to guys and grind on them, not that she ever wanted to be. Except, looking at Jim she honestly wouldn't mind pretending to be that kind of girl.
"A club? Is a club the same thing here as it is in America?" Michael asked, slightly confused but all for it either way.
"Depends, what's it mean in America?" Pam asked before pushing herself off the floor and heading towards Angela's closet. It was freezing outside and she wasn't gonna deal with another walk in the cold with just the sweater she was wearing. "Your mom probably won't mind, but I am taking brownies for the walk."
"Like a dance club?" Were they positively dumb in America or something? "You know, music, dancing, drinks?"
"That's what it means in America," Jim confirmed. Not that he ever went to them. He wasn't old enough to drink and he wasn't really into dancing, especially not sober. Plus the music always sucked.
Angela smiled. "Good, you know what it's all about then," she said, digging around in her closet for a cuter shirt. "But here of course you can drink. Isn't the drinking age really high in America? You can do whatever you want here." Angela pulled her zebra top out of her closet and practically danced out the door to the bathroom down the hall. "It's going to be fun!"
Pam watched Angela dance out of the room with a straight face, completely unamused. She pulled out Angela's blue hoodie that read 'Martin' on the back. Hers was all the way in her closet next door. Too far. So this would work. "I'm going to apologize ahead of time," she told them, turning around as she unzipped the hoodie. "I'm not a fan of clubs at all, but she pretty much forces me to go. I'd rather play Harry Potter Scene It."
"I'd definitely rather go to the club than that." Michael stated quick, rolling his eyes. "Plus, I forgot we could drink... now I'm really up for this."
Truth be told, Harry Potter Scene It sounded a lot better to Jim, too. Technically there were no rules against getting drunk while on the trip since they were all able to drink here but they were going to some theater in the morning and he didn't want to be all hungover. Nor did he want to blow all his money on beer. "I'm with Pam on this one, but whatever," he said, stretching. This whole time change thing was really working against him. It was like eight at night but it felt like three in the afternoon. Or something. He couldn't even tell anymore. He was just exhausted.
"Boring!" Angela said, walking back in the room, adjusting her strapless top. It was only four pounds at a little boutique down the street from the café. A steal. "Okay, I'm ready. Let's go."
Pam glanced over at Jim with a slight smirk on her face before looking down as she zipped up the hoodie. It was weird how much they had agreed on things, just by meeting today. She looked up as Angela came in and an idea suddenly came to her. "Actually, um, I'm going to stay here. I'm not feeling very..." She moved her head slightly from side to side, waving her hands as she tried to find the words she was looking for. "Clubbish." In lack of a lot better words. "And Jim here isn't feeling it either. So we're gonna just go over to my place with the game." She figured it'd be too weird for Angela when her mom wondered why Pam was staying while her daughter went out with one of the 'tourists'.
"Wait, what? Jim totally wants to go!" Michael said, pointing his finger at him. "We can drink!" Sure, Jim never said that he wanted to go, but why wouldn't he? Not that Michael cared either way, really.
"I didn't exactly bring drinking money," Jim pointed out. He had brought money for Christmas presents for his family, which was basically going to wipe him out since he had three younger siblings and couldn't exactly leave any of them out of the present buying. "You go, though. Have fun." He was going to be out with Angela. He would definitely have some fun.
Angela shrugged while she put on a coat of lip gloss. "Doesn't matter to me," she said. "If you guys want to be boring and play your silly game while we go out and have fun then have a good time. You don't get the brownies, though." Her mom made excellent brownies and she would definitely give them to Pam over her own daughter, but that was unacceptable.
"I will get brownies. Your mom will give the whole batch to me, if I asked for it." She explained with a smug grin. She reached under the bed and grabbed the game, then handed it to Jim. "You hold it. Don't let anyone take it. Between the thirty steps towards my house, you never know who could snipe it." She told him seriously before turning around and heading towards the door. "Come on, Jim. Let's leave before we both look like that." She pointed towards Angela with a smirk.
"It wouldn't be bad if you two looked like that," Michael thought out loud, before grimacing and looking back at them. "Well, Pam. Jim, you'd look ridiculous in that shirt." He hoped that Angela wouldn't leave him at the club for some other guys and make his whole entire night extremely awkward. Because he wasn't up for that at all.
"Yeah, I'm more of a leopard print kind of guy," he said, shrugging. He was going to add something about horizontal stripes making him look wide but Michael definitely would call him gay and it probably wasn't tactful even as a joke given Angela's stripy shirt. "Have fun, you two. Also, try not to get too completely wasted," he added to Michael. It was going to be hell trying to sleep later if Michael was being loud and obnoxious and insisting they go find something to do or, on the other hand, puking all night.
Angela gave Jim a weird look. "I'm not too sure about you," she said, grabbing her purse. "Don't do anything creepy with Pam while we're gone. I can kick your ass. I learned my fighting skills from Pam." Namely, just bite the victim a la Edward Cullen until they beg for mercy. It was a hard one to use against Pam, though. Angela used it as a last resort kind of thing where Pam just jumped straight on the biting. Vampire.
"Leopard print is rather nice." Pam agreed, grabbing a pair of boots out of Angela's closet and slipping them on.
"Leopard print? Man,... That's just weird." Michael didn't think guys should wear animal prints. It had to be one of the most flamboyant things a guy could do. It made sense why Jim would like it...
"We will not do anything creepy. Though, you should be scared of her," she stated, looking towards Jim. "My fighting skills are top of the art." She stated simply, walking out of her bedroom and heading down the stairs with the rest of them.
Mrs. Martin was still in the kitchen, doing the dishes. "Oh, I completely forgot about your brownies! I started the dishes and they just slipped my mind. They're not warm, but they're on the counter if you want them. If you put them in the microwave for a few seconds they'll be just as good as out of the oven."
Angela waved her off, though politely. "It's okay, Mom. The boys wanted to explore the area a little bit more and we thought since we live here and know the area we would go will them. Show them the sights. They're tourists, you know?"
"That sounds nice," Mrs. Martin said. "You kids go out and have fun. Don't be out too late though, okay?" Even though her daughter was eighteen and at university and didn't technically have a curfew, Mrs. Martin always warned her to not be out too late. "It was nice meeting you boys."