[For Pam]

[callofkaren]

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?"

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Staying in the crash room was starting to get stifling, but until she had a finished hut, it wasn't like there was anywhere else for Pam to stay, and despite herself, she was almost -- but not quite -- starting to get used to it. With as strange as everything was here, it was all she could do to try to adjust right away. Otherwise, it'd just be more difficult.

At the sound of Karen's voice, she glanced up from where she'd been sitting cross-legged on the bed she'd temporarily claimed, and a smile spread across her face instantly. All things considered, she didn't think she'd ever been quite so glad to see Karen before. Back home, she probably never would have been, anyway. If she'd gone through with what she'd intended to say after the coal walk, there would've been no better way to make things permanently awkward between them.

That hadn't happened here, though, and Pam was on her feet before even responding. "I say I definitely can't turn down an offer like that," she replied with one short nod, and crossed the rest of the distance to the doorway. "Where to?"

Not that it mattered. Anything would have been preferable to the crash room.