title: how to learn history in cubes
fandom: the office
character(s)/pairing(s): roy/karen
rating: pg
word count: 100
spoilers: set early s3, before the merger
summary: roy picks up a girl at the hardware store.
Roy hadn’t expected to pick up a girl in the hardware store. Specifically the nuts-n-bolts aisle.
“Is this too big for a washer?”
Roy eyed the woman as he leaned over to help, satisfied that her pantsuit and slick, black hair were totally unlike ex-fiancé’s.
“I think that’ll do just fine,” he grinned charmingly.
When they woke between his flannel sheets, the morning-after dance wasn’t awkward. Neither clingy nor embarrassed, she looked at him like a swamp monster when he offered to microwave their cold, breakfast pizza, instead chomping down two pieces.
He decided this Karen girl was pretty cool.
title: chiromancy
fandom: the office
character(s)/pairing(s): jim/pam
rating: g
word count: 100
spoilers: set during 2.06, through s3
summary: it was odd having his downfall predicted by the very same person that would cause it.
Jim had never put much stock in fortune tellers, dismissing palm reading as hot air on cold hands. But in this case his hands spoke no lies.
“Your lines cross at a ridge.” Pam’s mouth had creased apologetically, delivering the bad news. “That sucks.”
(It was odd having his downfall predicted by the very same person that would cause it.)
Months later, graced with a view of the ocean and another girl, the memory of Pam in his arms won’t have faded with time or company.
Her neck had smelled like vanilla ice cream and her rejection like sour milk.
title: don't think i don't know sympathy
fandom: the office
character(s)/pairing(s): jim, dwight || jim/karen, dwight/angela
rating: g
word count: 100
spoilers: set s3
author's note: title from cold war kids' "robbers"
summary: "women."
It’s definitely a three-cups-of-coffee-type morning.
He likes Karen, but these late-night interrogations are sapping his energy. From his desk-mate’s expression he knows they’d agree.
Angela swoops by, taking care to elbow his bobbleheads.
Angela and Dwight are in some kind of fight about smoked beets and fire extinguishers (or something; Jim doesn’t listen too hard for fear of mental scarring).
Jim and Dwight share a knowing look over his computer monitor and he wonders if they’ll reminisce in retirement like they old friends.
Dwight huffs.
“Women.”
And even though they’re kinda arch enemies, Jim knows exactly what he’s talking about.