Yet another!

[zakandsara]

I keep getting ideas so I keep writing them, haha. Sorry if they're getting old/bad. I'll continue this one, not to worry.

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This is based around the Dinner Party episode where Michael and Jan have Jim, Pam, Andy, and Angela over. I'm going to write them a little differently, putting this ~ after the name if it is to be the direct to camera situation. Compliment, criticize, enjoy.

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(Jim and Pam are standing together outside of the door to Michael and Jan's.)

Jim~ We're not exactly sure what to be thinking right now. I mean, we've never formally hung out with Michael outside of-

Pam~ Oh my god, what if they talk about sex.

Jim~ We're....not really sure what to think.

(Cut to inside, Jan and Michael open the door.)

Jan: Hey guys! Come in, come in, it's chilly out there, right? Michael, coats. Get the coats.

Jim: Hey, Michael, Jan. So glad we could make it.

Pam: You're home is so lovely.

Jan: Thanks, Pam, I'm sure you think so.

(Pam looks at the camera, confused.)

Michael: Okay! Your coats are away in the closet, hopefully they won't travel too far tonight! Hope the doorway to Narnia is...closed.

Jim: Good one.

Jan: Let's go into the living room, shall we, babe?

Michael: Let's go, babe.

Pam: Huhn'tishhhhoo, 'scuse me.

Jan: Bless you!

Pam: Thanks.

Jan: Okay, living ro-

Pam: HutCHOO! Tishhoo!

Jim: Bless you.

(Jan looks at the camera like she's confused, slightly giggling.)

Jan: Are y'okay there Pam?

Pam: Yeah. Sorry. Allergies.

Jam: Oh? What are you "allergic" to?

Jim: How about that living room, huh!?

Michael: Yes! We continue to march on, gentlemen.

Pam: How's the decorating going?

Jan: Glad you asked. See, now that I've got my candle business off the ground, I have so much more time to really focus.

Jim: Candles. How's that going, by the way?

Michael: It is booming. She has five major clients!

Jan: Four. Four clients, not counting you babe.

Michael: Her most valuable customer.

Jan: Debatable.

Michael: Not, well-

Pam: Nxkst'schoo! Hahhh....-HAH'tschiiiew! Ugh, man!

Jim: Bless you.

Michael: Are you sure you're okay, Pam?

Jan: She's fine, babe. (Pam looks at the camera, still confused.) Tell them about your idea, the paint-

Michael: Oh, the paint idea! I almost forgot! I have this idea to paint all the ceilings in the house blue. So that when people look up, they'll forget they're inside.

Pam~ What happens at night?

(The doorbell rings.)

Michael: Andy and Angela! Now the party starts.

(Jim and Pam look at each other and then the camera. Michael and Jan get up to greet them, Jim and Pam stay in the living room.)

Jim: Hey, are you okay?

Pam: Oh, yeah. Allergies, ya know?

Jim: Yeah, I know it's just that they're never really this bad. You think it's something in here? I shudder to think what's we're NOT seeing here....

Pam: No idea- Hahtchiiew, Huhn'Tsiiiew! Ughh.

Angela: Good to see you both-

Andy: TUNA! Lookin good, my man. And to the the lady-Tuna, gesundheit. Art thou feeling under the weather, milady?

Angela: Oh no, unacceptable. If she's sick, we're leaving.

Jim: There she is.

Pam: No, I'm fine I just- Hinngx'TSHHoooo!

Jim: Bless you.

Jan: (To Angela) Don't worry, she's been at it all night, I think it's an attention thing.

(In the bathroom)

Pam~ I don't know why she has such a problem with me! It's not my fault I'm allergic to something in her stupid house- hang on... Hatch'khiiioooew!!

Jan: (from outside the door) God bless!

(Pam looks guiltily at the camera and opens the door to Jan.)

Pam: Thanks.

Jan: No problem. Just surprised you haven't imploded yet.

(Pam looks and the camera and whispers "See?".)

[The Mute Poet]

I absolutely love your writing style, and especially the Pam fics... just really grade-A stuff. Please continue this - it's incredible!

[sneezerwoman]

I agree and hope you write more.