"And, I feel God in this Chili's tonight. Woo!" she screams, and argh, she's just so damn cute. Even if she is drunk. No, not drunk. More like tipsy. Like in a fun wa-

Oh my.

She's kissing me. She's fucking kissing me.

Good lord. 

No one ever tells you how you're supposed to react when your best friend kisses you. Or more to the point, how you're supposed to react when your best friend, who you're also in love with, kisses you. So like a fucking chump, I didn't do anything. I'm just sitting back down. Praying no one noticed what just happened. And also hoping that my face isn't as red as I think it is.

Why would she kiss me?

Ok, so maybe she's a little drunker than I thought. How many second drinks did she have? Weren't they supposed to be watered down? Great, now the crew wants to interview us. Now? Really.

She fell off her stool. Yeah it was funny, but now I'm thinking she's way drunker than I thought. Maybe I should get her some water. Or maybe get her home. Home to her fiancé. Ugh.

My god, I've never seen her like this before. Ok, yeah I should take her home. Oh wait. No. She said she'd get a ride with Angela. I'll just take her outside to sober up.

"Hey, um, can I ask you a question?" she asks me as we're sitting, waiting for Angela to pull the car round.

"Shoot," I reply, because hell, she can ask me anything. 

"Will you take me to a bar?"

"What?" I laugh. She can't be serious. I glance down at my watch. It's getting kinda late but I guess she wants some more. 

"Come on," she pleads. "Please?" She's got these puppy dog eyes on. And fuck, I can't say no to that.

"Um, yeah. I guess we can go grab a drink somewhere," I say, trying to rack my brain for where we can go. "I'll call us a cab," I say as I stand so I can dig my cellphone out of my pants. If we're going out drinking, I definitely don't trust myself to drive her around.

"Let's go to Bigsy's," she suggests. 

I think about it for a second. I know that place can get pretty wild. Is this the best idea? "Umm." I hesitate, trying to think of anywhere else. 

"Come on, it'll be fun!" she says with a wide smile.  

And before I know it, I'm asking the cab operator for a cab from Chili's to Bigsy's.

"Can I tell you something?" she asks as we slide into the backseat of the cab.

"Sure," I say. She can tell me whatever she wants. 

"I'm having a really great time," she says with this goofy grin. She's got a really wide smile and her tongue is poking through her teeth. I wish I could just lean over and kiss her. 

"Beesly," I guffaw instead. "We're sitting in a cab. It's hardly a fun factory back here." 

"No, you dork," she says as she shifts a little closer so that she can elbow me in the ribs. "I meant hanging out with you. You know, outside of work and all." It's dark but I can see the tiniest blush creeping across her cheeks. It's very cute. 

"It's very fun," I smile with a nudge of my own elbow. I mean, it's more than fun. It's the highlight of my week. Hell, the highlight of my year. But I can't exactly tell her that. I can't hide the smile on my face though, especially with the crazy big grin she's giving me. "What?" I ask her. 

"What?" she laughs. She keeps looking at me while biting her lip. 

I just shake my head and smile to myself. How am I gonna survive tonight? God, I need a drink. Something stronger than that shitty beer I drank at Chili's because I thought I was gonna be driving myself home at 9.30pm. 

We don't really say much for the rest of the trip, and then the cab is pulling over, the driver asking for $13.75. I dig my wallet out of my pants' pocket, hand him a ten and a five, and then open the car door. I hold my hand out to help her out of the cab and she slaps her hand into mine. She's giggling as I pull her out of the cab and when she's finally out of it and standing, she stumbles into me. I put my hands on her waist to steady her, and even though I'm only gripping her pink coat, I feel it low in my stomach that I'm touching her.

"Let's go," she grins up at me as she flops forward slightly, throwing her arms around my neck for support. Just like she did earlier when she kissed me. 

Oh my. 

"Let's go get a shot." 

Good lord. 

I'm still processing her body being pressed against mine when I realise that she's gone. I turn around to see her struggling with the heavy door to Bigsy's, so I reach over and pull it open for her. The volume of the music goes from muffled to ear splitting and the heat of the bar welcomes us into it. She slips inside and almost immediately, I lose her in the throbbing crowd.

I stand on my tip toes and can just about make out her pink jacket, and see that she's got herself a space at the bar. I awkwardly squeeze myself between the dancing people and finally get to her. Well, behind her. I'm about to shout her name to get her attention when someone shoves past me and I end up accidentally pressing my body into hers, causing her to double over the bar slightly and press her ass further into my crotch.

Oh my. 

She looks over her shoulder and realises it's me. She doesn't really move from her position. Just wiggles slightly as if in greeting. 

Good lord. 

I do my best to take a small step backwards and give her some space. At the same time, she leans even more forward and yells something that I can't quite hear to the barman. 

"I got us some jägerbombs," she shouts at me as she turns around. 

I suck in a breath at the thought of sliding jägerbombs down my throat and offer up, "great," with the best smile I can muster. I just really want a beer. Or you know, something not as gross. 

The barman comes back with two glasses holding the amber liquid and shot glasses of black awfulness. "Bring another round, we need plenty more," Pam shouts over the music to the guy as he puts them on the bar. He nods at her and is about to turn. 

"And a beer," I yell at him. I'm getting really hot in here so I peel my jacket off and loosen my tie. Pam takes off her coat too, and in doing so the top button of her blouse pops open. I do my best not to look. 

"Oh yeah, make that two," she adds, holding up two fingers and the guy nods again. She turns to me with a drink in each hand. "To," she pauses, thinking of what to say, "new beginnings." 

"New beginnings?" I repeat as she bangs her glasses against mine and then knocks her shot back, wincing at the liquoricy taste. It was a question, but she doesn't seem to realise that. She's still got her eyes screwed up, so I knock my own drink back and wait for her to focus on me again. "What new beginnings?" 

She looks up at me with these big eyes. "Can I tell you a secret?" she asks, looking startled. 

"Of course," I reply instantly. 

"I broke up with Roy," she says. 

Oh my. 

"What?" I gasp. "When?" 

"Tonight. When he dragged me outside. I'm just so sick of him controlling everything and hating my friends and ugh. I'm just so sick of him," she rushes out and it looks like she's finally able to breathe again.

Good lord. 

Before I can say anything, she's turned around to get the next round. My mind is racing at a mile a minute. How did she not say anything about breaking up with her fiance for the last two hours we've been together? In between Michael's terrible jokes and awards, she was talking about the crazy price of gasoline and groceries, and god knows what else, the list went on and on. I remember she was saying it's not like she was trying to buy a Birkin or anything and when I asked what a Birkin was, she just laughed, rolled her eyes, and took a swig of her second drink before explaining it's a crazy expensive purse. 

I guess maybe that was her already thinking about how she'll afford all this stuff on her own now. 

And it probably explains why she was saying how her 9-5 job isn't working for her and she should really try to make a go of her art, maybe try to turn it into a career. At first, I'd been kinda bummed at the thought of her leaving Dunder Mifflin, although excited for her that she'd actually want to do something professionally with her talents. But now, I'm thinking that was her realising she'd now have the freedom to do, well, whatever she wants.

And apparently that freedom is starting with another jägerbomb. She passes me one glass and holds hers up like she's waiting for me to say something. "Your turn," she says, giving me an upwards nod to say something. "Make a toast." 

I think about it. She's standing there grinning at me and she looks so cute and I wish I could just kiss her. I mean, I guess technically I can now, but I'm not sure how well that would really go over right now. So instead I inhale deeply through my nose, raise my glass to meet hers, and finally come up with, "to Fancy New Beesly." We clink glasses and I throw the drink quickly back, swallowing with a wince. I shake my head and a shiver runs down my spine, but when I look at her, she still hasn't touched hers. She's just kind of lost in thought. "You ok?" I ask.

"Yeah," she grins. "Yeah, I really am." She knocks her drink back and slams the empty glass on the bar behind her so hard that the little shotglass inside almost jumps out of the bigger glass. "I'm free! I'm free and I'm Fancy New Beesly! Woooo!" she shouts, just like she did earlier at Chili's. 

I can't help but smile at how happy she is. Part of me wishes that she'd jump up and kiss me again, but I really want her to have this moment. To have this realisation that she's free to do whatever she wants now. And it really makes me happy. 

But not as happy as she is right now. "Oh my god, I love this song!" she squeals and starts jumping! "Errrybody in the club gettin' tipsy," she slurs and then shouts it again with the rest of the bar. Before I know it, she's scrabbling up onto a table with another girl, and yup, they're two-steppin up there. Well, I guess they don't need a dance floor when they have their own personal one. I gaze up at her in awe, but then she slut drops.  

Oh my.

And then fucking winks at me.

Good lord. 

"Can I get a double shot of whiskey?" I ask the bartender. "Jack Daniel's please." He nods at me as everyone around me is shouting ‘two, here comes the three to the four to the five' and then I notice she's jumped off of the table and is pressing herself against me from behind. She ducks her head under my arm and tugs on it so that we're in a kind of sweaty sideways embrace. Then, she starts jumping so that I kind of have to jump with her. The barman comes back with the double shot, but before I can drink it, she grabs it and takes a big gulp. 

"Oops," she grins and then passes me the rest of it, which I knock back quickly. 

"Two more," I tell the bartender as we start jumping again. And that's when I feel it. We're so close, and her hands are kind of all over me now, but I'm pretty sure- 

Oh my. 

Yup. She touched my dick.

Good lord.

I'm not sure she realises it, but she definitely slid her hand down my stomach and kinda didn't really stop when she got to my belt. I reflexively take a step back out of shock and my lower back hits the bar. But she's following me and she's reaching out, her hand skimming my waist. What's she doing? Oh. She's reaching for the whiskey the bartender just put down behind me.  

Again we go through the little routine we've got going on with toasting to her new single life and then throwing our drinks back. She lets out another ‘woo' and noooow I'm starting to feel it too. That warm fuzzy feeling spreads throughout my body and I can't help but smile at her as she starts dancing in front of me again. I'm feeling really good and I'm pretty sure she feels the exact same way. 

She takes my hand in hers and holds it up so that she can twirl under my arm. She twirls under it twice and I can't take my eyes off of her. She looks so pretty, so happy, so free. 

She stops twirling and she's got her back to me, but she pulls my arm down over her front so that her back is pressed into my front. She's moving again, but in more of a swaying way and my body just automatically follows along with hers. It's not like the cheeky wiggle from when we first got to the bar. It's much more sensual than that. She's still got one hand clamped over mine, keeping us pressed together, but then she's raised her other hand up and is trailing it down the side of my face. I find myself gripping her hip, pulling her closer to me as we grind together to the music. 

I can feel that I'm starting to get hard, but right now, I really don't care. I want her to feel it. I want her to know what she's doing to me. Fuck. I just want her. I wonder if she'd ever want me. 

I'm lost in these thoughts, just feeling and being with her and, god, it feels so good. The music is pumping through me, and I'm holding her, and I'm really not sure life can get much better than this. But then she turns in my arms. She puts both her hands around my neck and mine automatically drop to her hips to pull her closer to me. She says something to me and I can't hear her. "What?" I shout at her. I lower my head and turn it slightly so my ear is closer to her mouth. 

"I said, it's your turn," she yells back at me. 

"My turn for what?" I ask, pulling back and looking at her. What's she talking about? 

"To kiss me," she shouts as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. 

Oh my. 

"I kissed you before. It's your turn now," she grins. 

Good lord. 

My brain has literally stopped working. She knew she kissed me before? That was intentional? And now she wants me to kiss her? I can't process this. Is she drunk? I mean, yeah, obviously she's drunk. But what do I do? I can't take advantage of her. Shit. Why am I suddenly so sober after so much liquor?  

She's still looking at me. Waiting. Before I can overthink it anymore, I lower my head and our lips meet. It's not like that smushed, rushed kiss from earlier. This one is slow and deep, and fuck she just let out the tiniest moan. I bring my hand up to the side of her face and push my fingers back through her hair to cradle her head as we deepen the kiss. Mouths open this time, tongues touching. She's gripping my collar like she can't get enough of me. And I definitely can't get enough of her. All I can taste, feel, smell is her. And still I want more. 

But someone fucking bumps into us and startles us apart. She's looking up at me with these huge blown pupils and her lips are swollen and she's never looked more beautiful than right now. My eyes are flicking all over her face and my heart is beating so rapidly. Is she about to tell me this was a mistake? Is she about to puke all over my shoes? Fuck. What's she thinking? 

"I heard there's a party downtown," she says, quirking one of her eyebrows.

Oh. My heart kinda falls. This doesn't mean anything to her more than just some fun. I try to hold it together. "Oh yeah. Where abouts?" 

"Near 5th Street," she replies, a small smile playing on her lips. 

5th Street? That's where I live. "What?" I kinda choke out. 

"Yeah, it's just a party for two," she says as she tugs me down by my tie. 

Oh my.

"Take me home, Jim," she says against my lips before she kisses me again.

Good lord.