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Karen liked to think she knew Jim Halpert pretty damn well, and that was one of the reasons she'd decided on doing what she was going to tonight.
Jim was king of running away from his problems, and Karen had known he'd clam up as soon as he got Pam to the compound and settled in. She hadn't been surprised to hear Pam was in the crash room, and Karen felt for her. It was a little strange, but she did. A year and a half had passed since she'd shown up, had her own problems to sort through (most of which involved Jim) and some things had changed.
Of course, others stayed the same, or changed back, too. With an irritated thought toward Jim, wherever he was, Karen made her way down to the crash room.
She poked her head in the door, and smiled when she saw Pam. "Come on, Beesly," she announced, walking in. "I'm breaking you out for a little fun. Or, at the very least, to get you drunk." Karen held up the small bottle of moonshine to show Pam. "What do you say?"
Jim was king of running away from his problems, and Karen had known he'd clam up as soon as he got Pam to the compound and settled in. She hadn't been surprised to hear Pam was in the crash room, and Karen felt for her. It was a little strange, but she did. A year and a half had passed since she'd shown up, had her own problems to sort through (most of which involved Jim) and some things had changed.
Of course, others stayed the same, or changed back, too. With an irritated thought toward Jim, wherever he was, Karen made her way down to the crash room.
She poked her head in the door, and smiled when she saw Pam. "Come on, Beesly," she announced, walking in. "I'm breaking you out for a little fun. Or, at the very least, to get you drunk." Karen held up the small bottle of moonshine to show Pam. "What do you say?"
