Kelly was already there when Pam returned to the room. Sat cross-legged on her still unmade bed, she was pleating her hair with a ferocity Pam had never seen associated to the act.

"Hi," Pam started, sitting at the foot of her own bed to take off her shoes. "I'm really sorry, I couldn't find you when the alarm went off... Were you okay?"

"I was great, actually." Kelly grinned as she threaded the finishing touches of her hair into place, tying it quickly with a small band. "I was with Ryan."

"Ryan...?"

"The guy from business." Kelly said, as if it was obvious.

"Oh." So that's where she was all night.

"By the way, did you see that weirdo?"

"Dwight?"

"Who the Hell's Dwight?" Kelly leaned closer conspiratorially. "You got his name?"

"Dwight. He was the guy standing by the door yelling at everyone, with the creepy glasses, and the nightcap."

"Oh," Kelly looked disappointed, and slumped over to tend to something on her bedside table. Pam took the opportunity to rummage through her own bedside drawers to find her glasses. (She had a strong feeling that Kelly wasn't going to stop this conversation anytime soon, and it would help if she could actually see who she was talking to.)

"Well, that wasn't the guy I was thinking of."

"Which weirdo guy, then?" Pam asked, curious. She hadn't noticed anything more out-of-the-ordinary than Dwight.

Kelly frowned, turning back to face her roommate. "Tall dude. He was arguing with the creepy door guy - Dwight? - and he didn't have any clothes on. You should have seen him, Pam, it was totally ridiculous!" She burst into giggles, shifting on her bed until her feet were dangling off, near Pam's (who herself couldn't help but notice the 4 toe rings present on her feet.)

"Uh, no, I did see him..." She concentrated on a little piece of thread hanging from her pyjama bottoms. "He didn't seem that weird."

"You were talking to him, weren't you?" Kelly asked, although it sounded more like a statement of fact. "That's where you were the whole time? Flirting with the underwear guy?"

"I- No, we weren't..." She shook her head, almost violently. "It wasn't flirting. He was just, well, there, so we talked a little."

"Sure." Kelly definitely didn't believe her. "Don't you have a boyfriend, anyway? The burly guy in that one photo?" She pointed to the picture, pinned to the cork board above Pam's bed. One of the smallest photos she had up; it was taken right after their high school graduation. Roy's eyes were crossed (he had denied it at the time, but Pam had suspected he was already a little drunk) and his arm was slung over her shoulders.

"Yeah. Roy." The answer was automatic; ingrained in her after almost 5 years of being with him.

"So that means that, like, underwear guy is totally up for grabs, then?"

Pam swallowed forcefully. "Uh, sure. But what about the business guy... Ryan, was it?"

"Ryan's cute, but I never know what he wants, you know? He's just so... Mysterious. Like, it's hot, but I don't know if I could ever, like, settle down with him."

Pam had to bite her tongue to keep from reminding her new friend that she had literally only know this Ryan for 3 days.