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The Perk [Wednesday evening]

Pam got to the Perk at the time they'd decided, but since she didn't see Lucas, she decided that meant she could take her time picking out a drink.

So after a long process of elimination, the choice was made, and she eventually took a white mocha over to a table and waited, playing Tetris on her phone to pass the time.

[Pam is here for Lucas, but open for all your caffeine needs!]

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Lucas came in, running a little late, and waved to Pam. He ordered his drink, waited for it and then took it over to the table. He took a seat. "Sorry I'm late."

"Don't worry about it," Pam said with a smile, shutting her phone. "It gave me time to try to beat my record. How goes it?"

"Considering I'm spending the entire Summer at a boarding school, it could be a whole lot worse." He shrugged. "The company's good. How about you? Any need to add even more revenge to the schedule?"

"Not yet, but the night is young," she replied. "I'm actually getting credit for John Crichton's workshop if we do something, though."

"Can't complain with revenge *and* extra credit. So," he said, settling in for a planning session. He cradled his coffee between his hands. "Do you want to start with Mr Bluth or your friend?"

"Mr. Bluth," she said immediately. Jim could wait. "Everything I've thought of is kind of complicated, though, and wouldn't be big enough to count as public humiliation. So hit me with ideas."

"Uhh, well," he tried to think of something on the spot. He probably should have come with a plan. "We could get back at him with his own medicine. We could get someone to pretend to be a, uh, prostitute aaaand solicit him and then get someone to pretend to be a cop and arrest him."

"I thought prostitution was legal here, anyway," Pam said, frowning thoughtfully. "Like, don't we have a brothel? Or something? I mean, I don't know this stuff. I just hear things." She shrugged, turning pink. "That could work? Or we could, like, mess with his head, but I'm not sure it'd be as effective. Or we could do that and mess with his head."

"Oh, we do? I've never been there. I mean ever. Never. Messing with his head sounds like a lot more fun. We could drag it out, make him pay every day by doing something. We could make him think he's gone crazy."

Pam grinned. "Exactly! We could - I dunno, send him letters from the CIA telling him he's been selected as part of an elite program, but he has to do weird things to qualify, or something."

"You're really good at this," Lucas grinned. "We so have to do this."

Pam blushed. "Really? I was just throwing that out there. We could do something else if that's like, too complicated or takes too long or whatever."

"No, it's perfect. We can even arrange it so he can never trace it back to us. All it would take is the right paper, some graphics manipulation for the letterheads and a video camera. We definitely need surveillance for this to make sure he's doing it and so we can record it for public humiliation."

"I have good paper," Pam offered. "It'd just be a matter of watermarking it and getting the letterhead. And if we're really hard up, I could probably mimic the graphics by hand and then scan it in. It's not like he'd probably really be looking hard to see if it's legitimate. And I can forge signatures okay, if we need that."

"This is perfect. What kind of things should we get him to do? Small things to start off, then we can get him to build up to something to embarass him in public."

"Tell him we're watching him, but not say how," Pam said. "Get him to wear weird things, have him pick up things at designated points so he knows we're real, make him only speak in Pig Latin for a whole day...."

"Tell him he has to collect a certain amount of shoes during one day. I'd like to see him try that one without getting into trouble."

"Suggest that a certain amount of used chewing gum is necessary to fuel anti-gravity boots. I bet he wants anti-gravity boots. I want anti-gravity boots."

"I could probably make anti-gravity boots." He probably couldn't, but he was thinking about it now. "It wouldn't need chewing gum, but he doesn't need to know that." Lucas hadn't touched his coffee. "Do you want to work on this tomorrow?"

Pam nodded eagerly. "Sure. Can you really make anti-gravity boots?"

"I..." He was screwed, but smiled anyway. "I could try."

"That's so cool," Pam said, smiling. "I can't make anything interesting like that. Like even if it doesn't work, you know how, or close enough, right?"

"Uh, sure. Yeah." Totally lying. "So, uh, maybe I could come around tomorrow or we could meet somewhere or something and do the first letter."

"Um, that sounds good?" Pam said. "We could just do it on my computer or whatever, unless you want to go somewhere more exciting than a dorm room?"

"No, your room is great. I mean fine. As long as there's a computer, we can manage. Which room are you in?"

"214. Do you have any workshops tomorrow? 'Cause I don't, so anytime is good for me."

"Tomorrow's...Thursday." Lucas had to think about it. "Nope, I have Flight and Flying on Friday, but that's it for the week until next Tuesday. I could maybe stop by around lunch time?"

"Sounds good," Pam said with a shy smile. "Flight and Flying, huh? Are you good at it? The flying, I mean."

"I'm not as good as Master Skywalker, but he's a lot older and has had more practice. But I can hold my own. My experience is more with one or two person submersibles than space or aircraft, but I know how to not crash and make a safe landing. And I'm babbling, which I tend to do when...ever."

"Oh, no, it's cu -- fine," Pam said quickly, and then blushed to her hairline. "I babble a lot, too. Or else I get really quiet because people are saying everything I want to say but better and see this is me with the babbling...like I said."

Lucas grinned at that. "No, it's...fine," he echoed. "If you think you can handle my babbling, then maybe we can handle each others' babbling and it'll be okay to babble without getting worried that we're babbling too much to the other person and annoying them. Not that I'm annoyed or have been annoyed at all since I got here, I swear."

"Me neither," she said, grinning a little too. "And like, if you do get annoyed? You can say so. I won't mind." Yes she would.

"Same goes the other way around," he replied. "But I won't get annoyed."

"I won't either," she said. "Especially if you make anti-gravity boots. I can't be annoyed at someone who makes shoes that fly!"

She was kidding, yes.

He was about to argue that anti-gravity didn't mean flying, but he thought better of it. He was learning. "We're not annoyed at each other and babbling is okay and we have a plan for revenge. I think this has been a productive meeting." Dork.

"And there was coffee," Pam contributed. "Which I think adds something to any meeting."

"Caffeine definitely makes everything at least 85% better."

"Exactly. ...not that this was only 15% good on its own? But yeah. Um. Yay coffee."

Pam was just going to stop talking now.

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