Love Me [Jim Halpert]

Thirteen

BOOZE CRUISE

It was Monday morning, with the birds chirping and the printers whirling, Jim was in the breakroom, "Hey." He greeted Dwight as he popped a crisp into his mouth.

"Hello." Dwight approached the vending machine, his eyes widened in shock. "Jim!" He muttered.

Jim spun back around, "What's up, buddy?"

"This is not funny. Why is my stuff in here?" Dwight clenched his jaw as he gestured to the vending machine that now sold his desk stuff.

"Wow, that's weird." Jim wondered with a mysterious smile on his lips. "Ooh, a dollar for a stapler, that's pretty good." He crunched on a crisp.

"Yeah, well I'm not paying for my own stuff, okay? I know you did this 'cause you're friends with the, uh, vending machine guy." Dwight pointed out.

"Who Steve?"

"Yeah, Steve," Dwight replied as he shook the vending machine. "Or whatever his name is." He shooed the man away before giving up. "Okay, fine." He searched his pockets. "My wallet?" He checked his coat. "Um..."

"Oh, there it is. J1." Jim tapped the glass.  "Here, you know what? You can have some nickels." He handed the boy a plastic bag full of coins.

Jim strolled out of the room, as Dwight got to work retrieving his stuff, "Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five..." He counted as he put the coin in the machine.

~

Later in the day, the staff sat around diligently working on their tasks as Michael sauntered into the office, "Hello, everyone." He waved with a cheeky smile on his lips.

"Morning, Michael." Dwight perked up in his seat.

"Where are we going this afternoon?" Phyllis spun around in her chair.

"Nah, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha, ha." Michael snickered before walking off into his main office.

~

"So, last week, Michael sent out this strange memo," Jim mentioned with the paper in hand. "'It's time for our first quarter camaraderie event. So pack a swimsuit, a toothbrush, rubber-soled shoes, and a ski mask'." He read from the note, his brows twisted. "So, this could mean anything."

~

In the present day, Michael was now sat in his office as Stanley knocked on the door, "Yeah?" He invited the man in.

Stanley opened the door, "Michael."

"Stanley... bo banley."

"I need to know--" Stanley closed the door behind him.

"Banana fanna fo fanley."

"What we're doing--"

"Me mi mo manley."