When Jim & Roy play H-O-R-S-E [ The Office U.S ]

Halpert & Anderson - H-O-R-S-E

"Yeah, we ain't coming in on Saturday, Michael!" Lonny yelled

"Hey, he already said we were coming in on Saturday. Don't make the man even more miserable." Jim said, mad at Michael for the cheap-move himself, but not wanting the man to be completely disrespected.

"Psh, whatever Hal Jordan." Lonny returned.

"It's Halpert, Loony tunes."

"Woah, Jim, calm down..." Ryan said while grabbing Jim's arm and pulling him away.

"You're right, just ticked off that's all."

"Alright, I'm gonna go wash off before Michael gets in the bathroom, hopefully at least." Ryan said, unfortunately Michael was of course, somehow the first one in the bathroom.

 After apologizing to Lonny and the staff, Lonny offered a knuckle and Jim punched it with his own, "We cool, see ya."

Jim nodded and began his walk up the stairs.

"Hey! Halpert!" He turned to see Roy calling his name, a basketball in hand.

"Up for some One on One?"

"Uh, make it H-O-R-S-E and I'm in."
"You got it, so yeah Pam catch you at home." He said after giving her a quick kiss.
"Uh, actually, mind if I watch?" Pam asked
"Uh, nah, Pam just go home. Start dinner..." Roy replied
"Why can't I watch?" Pam said becoming angry.
"Uh, you know what sure, WATCH." Roy said, slapping the basketball and walking towards the hoop.

Jim began walking aside Roy after a giving Pam a quick glance, she was already looking at him, why though?

"You got first shot, Roy." Jim said

"And you'll get first letter, Jim." Roy replied in a 'Playful' way.

"Now, these are my specialty, top of the elbow Jumpers." Roy said as he swished it.

Jim grabbed the ball out of the net, and dribbled it to where Roy was standing.

"Did you play any basketball in High School?" Jim asked, while banking the shot in.

"Yeah, I played Forward, coach needed the muscles." Roy said while flexing, showing off flab more then muscle, if you asked Jim and really pretty much anyone.

Roy took the ball to the half court line drawn by duct tape, and missed. Jim grabbed the ball, took it fifteen feet the side of the hoop, shot and swished it. Roy returned the shoot with another miss.

Roy: H

Jim: Clean

Jim created another shot, the same as he just shot but from the other side, and missed.

Roy took the ball to the free-throw line, called "BANK!" and made it. Jim took the ball and made it, but without the bank, giving him H to match Roy. Jim made a shrug at Pam, as Roy made another shot from half-court, he witnessed the interaction between Jim and Pam, and waited for Jim to for sure miss.

Which he did.

"Woah! That's HO Jim! Hmm H-O... Ho, which is exactly what Pam is not..."
"Roy!" Pam stood up and began marching over.
"Pam it's fine, Roy cool it, bro."
"Just telling it how I see it, Jim your crush has gone WAY too far!"

The room became deathly silent.

"Since when do I have a crush on Pam?"

"Since she walked into the building."

"ROY ENOUGH!" Pam screeched.

"Just marking my territory, babe!" Roy replied just as loud but less high-pitched
"I AM NOT YOUR BABE!"

"Excuse me, darling, I am sick and tired of this lonely dude trying to take what's mine."

"Um, what did you just say?" Jim finally spoke.

"I am sick... of you... trying to take... what belongs to me."

"Since when does she belong to you?"

"Since I asked her to marry me?"

"And when was that?"

"Three years ago, Halpert."

"To own something you have to earn it, to buy a car you need to earn money to earn the car."

"I have done more for her then your sorry butt can imagine, now back off. If I ever see you with her again, it'll be rough-going for you, c'mon babe, let's head out."

Pam stayed quiet, and didn't take Roy's hand. Roy quickly lost it, and hit her arm emphasizing that his hand was waiting.

What happened next may be the best thing ever.