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Apr 02, 2006 19:57

It's late and Jim is staggering along the beach. The amount of alcohol she had just managed to consume was ridiculous for her body, likely just barely leaving him above the level of fall down and pass out drunk. He's laughing, swaying, hand still clutching one single glass of moonshine, filled near to the brim.

She's trying to be careful. This, this was a present for someone special, a person of which she would need to find somehow. In her fogged mind she can only vaguely recall Pam telling her where he was dwelling now, so the information was hardly any help to her at the moment.

She takes to yelling instead.

"PAAAAAAM."

She pauses in her shuffling, her throat already hoarse. She can't help but mentally pat herself on the back, though. Clearly this was the best way to find her ever.

"HEY BEEEESLEEEY. Com' out whereever you are! I got somethin' f'you!"

And she can't help but laugh as she thinks how damn wasted she is. And really, had she been a little more sober, she might realize how incredibly stupid the idea of getting him plastered as well.

Too bad that isn't the case.

"PAAAAM!"

And she can swear she can hear her voice echo down the empty beach.

[OOC: Closed to Pam.]

plot: genderswitch, jim halpert, pam beesley

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