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“brief interviews with hideous men” by honey_wheeler (PG)
Fandom: THE OFFICE
Pairing: Pam Beesley/Jim Halpert
Length: 1,250 words
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honey_wheeler
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Why this must be read: Nobody, especially if they work in at Dunder-Mifflin Scranton, is perfect. Jim Halpert, for all that we fangirls lovelovelove him, is not exempt from that. We get glimpses of his rougher moments, like dumping Katy on the Booze Cruise or (as discussed in this fic) making a mockery of the Finer Things Club. For every heartfelt parking lot confession, he’s got a nasty breakup by a fountain in New York City. This little number finds Pam experiencing a few of his less proud moments, and taking them in stride. After all, she’s not perfect either.
“And the Finer Things Club would be what, exactly?” he asks as he puts the extra flute back and shuts the cupboard.
“Oh,” she says. “Right, we started it when you were gone.” She takes it from him and walks back into the living room, the first two flutes clinking together in her other hand. She tries to avoid “when you were gone” as a conversational topic. It seems a little like an emotional landmine, still, especially when there aren’t any coals to walk over first.
He makes an expectant gesture. She still hasn’t explained.
“It’s a club Oscar and Toby and I started. We read a book and then discuss it at lunch.” She brandishes the champagne glasses at him. “With culturally appropriate accessories.”
“I see, very interesting. Can I come?”
“No.” Her answer is immediate. Far too immediate, she sees, from the hurt look that flickers across his face, only to be replaced almost instantly by casual disinterest.
“Why not?” he asks, casually tracing a crack in the plaster of her living room wall with his fingertip, acting like he doesn't’t really care, he’s just curious.
Because you’ll be silly no matter how serious the rest of us are, she wants to say. Because you only like things if they’re ironic and cool and I get to have one place where I can like things sincerely and be uncool about them. Because you don’t get to have all of me.
“Do you even read?” is what she says instead. “I mean besides ESPN Magazine and Dave Eggers articles on McSweeney’s.”
“I’ll have you know I have also read one of his books,” Jim says, pressing his hand over his heart like he’s mortally offended.
“You didn’t even finish it,” she points out.
“Objection, your honor, irrelevant.” He grins at her. She smiles back, but she’s even more sure than she was before: Jim and the Finer Things Club would be a bad match.
brief interviews with hideous men
Pairing: Pam Beesley/Jim Halpert
Length: 1,250 words
Author on LJ:
honey_wheelerAuthor Website:
Why this must be read: Nobody, especially if they work in at Dunder-Mifflin Scranton, is perfect. Jim Halpert, for all that we fangirls lovelovelove him, is not exempt from that. We get glimpses of his rougher moments, like dumping Katy on the Booze Cruise or (as discussed in this fic) making a mockery of the Finer Things Club. For every heartfelt parking lot confession, he’s got a nasty breakup by a fountain in New York City. This little number finds Pam experiencing a few of his less proud moments, and taking them in stride. After all, she’s not perfect either.
“And the Finer Things Club would be what, exactly?” he asks as he puts the extra flute back and shuts the cupboard.
“Oh,” she says. “Right, we started it when you were gone.” She takes it from him and walks back into the living room, the first two flutes clinking together in her other hand. She tries to avoid “when you were gone” as a conversational topic. It seems a little like an emotional landmine, still, especially when there aren’t any coals to walk over first.
He makes an expectant gesture. She still hasn’t explained.
“It’s a club Oscar and Toby and I started. We read a book and then discuss it at lunch.” She brandishes the champagne glasses at him. “With culturally appropriate accessories.”
“I see, very interesting. Can I come?”
“No.” Her answer is immediate. Far too immediate, she sees, from the hurt look that flickers across his face, only to be replaced almost instantly by casual disinterest.
“Why not?” he asks, casually tracing a crack in the plaster of her living room wall with his fingertip, acting like he doesn't’t really care, he’s just curious.
Because you’ll be silly no matter how serious the rest of us are, she wants to say. Because you only like things if they’re ironic and cool and I get to have one place where I can like things sincerely and be uncool about them. Because you don’t get to have all of me.
“Do you even read?” is what she says instead. “I mean besides ESPN Magazine and Dave Eggers articles on McSweeney’s.”
“I’ll have you know I have also read one of his books,” Jim says, pressing his hand over his heart like he’s mortally offended.
“You didn’t even finish it,” she points out.
“Objection, your honor, irrelevant.” He grins at her. She smiles back, but she’s even more sure than she was before: Jim and the Finer Things Club would be a bad match.
brief interviews with hideous men