Paper & Rocks (a Office Fanfic)

"Booze cruise"

Hey guys. Sorry for the slow updates. I've been having a tough time. My um friend passed away in August. So uh yeah.
Quote: Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.     ~Joseph Addison
Song: Sleeping Lotus by Joep Beving
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Jim is in the break room and Dwight walks in, "Hey."
Dwight says back, "Hello," as Jim walks away Dwight looks at the vending machine, "Jim?"
"What's up, buddy?" Jim asks as he comes back into the break room.
Jac gets up from her chair when she sees through the window what's going on. Dwight says angrily, "This is not funny. Why is my stuff in here?"
Jim looks to Jac with a slight smirk, "Wow, that's weird. Oh, dollar for a stapler, that's pretty good."
"Yeah, well, I'm not paying for my own stuff, okay?" Dwight says turning to Jim, "I know you did this, because you're friends with the vending machine guy."
"Who, Steve?" Jac asks.
Dwight, "Yeah, Steve, whatever his name is."
Jac says as she moves by Dwight and Jim, "Sorry," she puts her money into the machine and thinks of what to get, "What do I want? What do I want... Oh, it's a pencil cup." She clicks the button to get the pencil cup.
Dwight says frantically as she gets the cup from the machine, "No, no, no, no, no. That's my pencil cup."
"Um, I don't think so, I just bought it," Jac says to him.
"Uh, I think so, and you're going to hand it over to me," Dwight says to her sticking his hand out.
Jac says without looking at him as she walks out, "If you wanna keep that hand you best pull it back."
Dwight pulls his hand back quickly, "Okay, fine," he pats his pants, "Where's my wallet?"
Jim looks at the machine and replies, "Oh, there it is. J1."
"But I don't have any..." Dwight says fading off.
"Here, you know what?" Jim says pulling a bag out of his pocket, "You can have some nickels."
Dwight says putting the nickels in the machine, "Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five..."
Jim walks out of the break room and leans on the edge of Jac's desk, "how's your pencil cup?"
Jac picks up the cup and turns it in her hands, "It is fabulous. I'm gonna put my calligraphy pens in it."
He raises his eyebrows, "I didn't know you were into that stuff."
"Yeah, my mother taught me. It's quite fun."
"Maybe you should show me sometime?" Jim says as Creed walks in.
"Maybe I sh.." Jac starts then Creed gives her a look, "I um gotta go for a second." She gets up and follows Creed into the back staircase, "What's up?" She asks folding her arms into herself.
"Do you really think you should be talking with him?"
Her mouth drops open, "Really dad? He's my friend! I don't your problem with him!"
Creed throws his hands up in the air, "You love him! You love him, okay? I know you do, and by hanging out with him and acting like you're okay with 'just friends' you're hurting yourself," she opens her mouth to talk, "I'm not finished yet. Why don't you tell him? By keeping this in you're making yourself miserable."
"Because... B-Because..," a few tears drop from her eyes, "He Loves Pam. Not me."
She begins to cry harder as Creed pulls her into a hug, "Shhh.. Deep breaths Jac. I'm sure he likes you, he just doesn't know it yet. You're a catch honey don't worry."
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Michael walks into the office and calls out, "Hello, everyone."
"Good morning, Michael," Dwight says back.
Phyllis asks hurriedly, "Where are we going this afternoon?"
Michael laughs it off and walks into his office, "Ah! Ha ha ha!"
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Pam, Jac, and Jim are all in the meeting room. Pam says, "Last week, Michael sent out this mysterious memo."
Jim reads from a piece of paper, "'It's time for our first quarter camaraderie event.'"
"'So pack a swimsuit, a toothbrush, rubber-soled shoes, and a ski mask,'" Jac reads over his shoulder with a little laugh.
"A ski mask and a swimsuit," pam says dumbfounded.
Jim says with a big smile, "So that he can have us rob a bank, and then escape through the sewers."
"And brush our teeth," Jac adds cracking up laughing.
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Michael is in his office when someone knocks, "Yeah?"
Stanley comes in, "Michael."
Michael says happily, "Stanley! Bo banley."
"I need to know..," Stanley tries to say.
Micheal continues his childish name game, "Banana fana fo fanley."
"What we're doing," Stanley attempts to say.
"Be my mo manley."
Stanley says, "You said bring a toothbrush."
"Stanley."
"Is this an overnight?" Stanley asks tiredly.
Michael grins and shrugs, "Maybe. The suspense is just so exciting, isn't it?"
Stanley asks monotone, "Should my wife tell her boss she's not coming in tomorrow?"
Micheal giggles a little, "Maybe, I don't know."
"Not maybe," Stanley says exasperated, "Yes or no."
Micheal sighs, "Well, no. But... okay, don't spoil it for everybody, all right? But we are going on a booze cruise on Lake Wallenpaupack."
"In January?"
"It's cheaper," Micheal says slightly snappy.
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