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Live what down?

Live...what? Hm?

Oh, that. Naah, nah. It's nothing. Don't worry about it.

Right weird.

What did you do something embarressing while intoxicated or something?

Wow. Um.

[Folds his hands uncomfortably into his pockets and looks away.]

Look, I don't this... offensively or anything, but I reaaally don't wanna talk about it.

How about...um [Runs a hand through his hair awkwardly] How are you?

What did you do that you need to live down?

You know, that.. is a great way to look at it. [Points at him] Wise words, my friend.

Avoidance. First sign of...something. Or another.

Either that, or I made some sort of brilliant point and I'm actually tired enough not to remember it...

There's coffee in the back room, I think. Oh, and. Biscottis.

My weaknesses. Hmm. I suspect now that you did something either truly awful or hilariously embarrasing. And am intrigued.

You know.. I'd really love to talk about something else. Not to cut in on you, or anything. But just....

...Yeah.

Sooo.. did you watch the 'bowl?

Oh, sure. Sure.

The bowl...the...oh! No. I forgot, completely. Did you?

Nope. [Just smiles and makes a remarkable 180 in terms of comfort level.] I got hung up at a gas station way back in McCormick.

[Shrugs and leans back in his chair.] Guess that's just life.

Ouuuuch.

Yeah, I guess so! Tivo?

Absolutely, man.

You sure you didn't read my mind just then?

Oh, I haven't been able to McGyver the tech for that yet. Yet.

What did you do?

Oh, nah. It's really... don't worry about it.

So.. uh. Nice to meet you. [Sticks a hand out] Jim. Jim Halpert.

Edited 2008-02-04 03:26 (UTC)

I understand when things happen...

Nice to meet you. I'm Cassandra.

....Understand?

I have... done regrettable things.

.. What'd y'do now, Jim?

~~Wow. I really was hoping the camera guys would be a little discreet about this one. This is...great.~~

It's, really nothing. Just Michael.... corporate.

.....Usual stuff. [Waves it off with a hand]

*unconvinced*

Uh-huh. Sure. That's convincin'.

What happened? Y'didn't go an' get banished to th'Annex like I did, did y'?

The...ah. Annex?

What?

Yeh. Y'know. Where Michael banished Kelly an' Toby. Th'lot he doesn't like. I made th'list cause he says he can't understand a word I say with th'accent an' all.

Guess y'didn't get banished, then.

*pauses*

Okay, y'can't not tell me what happened now. 'specially if it's involvin' Michael.

*A little surprised, now.* Wait, wait. Hang on for just a second here, okay?

No offense, but I seriously don't ever remember meeting you in my entire life. This might be my bad, if we met at an office party or some other place.. but just.. *Awkwardly rubs the back of his neck and looks away for a moment.* ..Yeah.

OOC: It's alright -- I completely understand. Sorry to sort of toss Gav onto you.

*thinks he's playing a prank*

Ah, right, right. Like I haven't been workin' at Dunder-Mifflin for th'last seven years ..

There's something you have to live down?

Nope. As far as I can tell, this is the tallest I'm going to get.

Edited 2008-02-04 06:48 (UTC)

Ahh, the avoidance game. Just be careful you don't dodge out of thinking about it altogether - you could stand to lose a few inches.

Wow. Amita Ramanujan, everyone.

I think this is the first time someone's ever made fun of me for being too tall.

Edited 2008-02-04 06:54 (UTC)

What are you, almost two hundred centimeters? - That's a little over six feet, for those not metric inclined.

I'm not sure I'd say too tall, but you are nearing the upper limits.

Hey. I'll have you know that it comes in handy for getting the paper plates off the highest shelf. In fact, [Leans back faux regally and folds his arms over his chest] ...I'm pretty much an office hero when it comes around birthdays.

Some of us just use step stools, Mr. Superhero. We damsels have learned to be self-sufficient in the modern age.

Office hero. I still have a few years of training to go before I make full rank. So until then, we're even. [Smiles and offers his hand to shake] Deal?

[Looks at his hand for a moment. Slowly reaches out and shakes it, then starts to smile.]

Deal, Mr. Halpert. I promise not to sell out your secret identity to the papers when you're famous.