Who would have guessed that the thing that would finally get me to want to write this show again would be Kandy? Not I, my friends... Not I. But I'm glad it did. Set about a minute after the end of Cafe Disco.

Andy peered at his reflection in the mirror, still grimacing in pain. He gently fingered the tiny ring that had been unearthed from the bottom of Kelly's purse and sterilized with a disposable lighter. "It looks good, right?"

Kelly took a few seconds too long to answer. "Yeah, it's okay. Kinda 'nineties. But it's retro-chic, y'know?"

Andy nodded. He knew exactly. "And you're totally sure this is the right ear?"

She giggled. "Duh, it's not your right ear. Why, did you want me to pierce that one instead?"

"Seriously, what did you do, Kelly?" Worry crept into the edges of his voice.

She rolled her eyes. "Gawd, Andy, you're such a dork. Right is wrong. If you're straight. I guess it's right is right if you're gay. Ugh, it's too existential. Why don't you know these things?"

He didn't really answer, still gazing into the mirror and trying to adjust to this new "Andy plus earring" paradigm. "I wonder if this will be okay on sales calls?" His tone was uncertain, oddly panicky.

"It's so not a big deal. Just wait two weeks for it to heal and then you can take it out. Oh, and make sure you clean it while it's healing or you could get, like, an infection. My friend Briana got one sooo bad on her belly-button ring and it was so gross--"

Andy paled. "Can we not talk about this?"

"Fine. What do you want to talk about?"

It finally settled into his head that he was in the girls' bathroom with Kelly Kapoor and he had nothing much to say to her and no legitimate reason to still be there. "How about you burning up the dancefloor, Miss Flashdance?" he asked brightly, latching safely onto the topical. "So do you dance a lot or what?"

"Eh, sometimes. My friend Lacy and I used to take this really awesome dance class at the Y, but then she slept with the instructor and we couldn't go back." She wrinkled her nose. "Why, what about you?"

"I took, like, eighty million lessons when I was a kid. And I used to throw it down with my Treble bros back in my Cornell days." He shrugged. "Just another of the many talents of the 'Nard Dog."

She giggled. "Why do you talk like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like... that. All weird."

"...That's just how I talk," he said hesitantly.

"For real? Like, all the different voices and stuff?"

He shrugged. "I like doing voices. I used to be in community theatre, and I did all these characters and stuff. It's... kinda fun." His tone grew increasingly helpless, but thankfully, Kelly nodded sagely.

"...Yeah, sometimes I do a Bridget Jones voice on the phones." She shifted slightly, taking on a new persona and speaking in a pinched, pseudo-British accent. "It gets so deadly boring back there."

"Indeed it does," he agreed in his Cockney drawl.

Their laughter reverberated gently around the empty tile room, tumbling out into the hallway and quickly being swallowed by the throb of the bass from the party.

A/N: I'd forgot just how much I love with ridiculous depths of love and joy to write Kelly Kapoor and Andrew Bernard. They are pure magic sunbeams of wonder and adorableness. (Special thanks to some random person on Officetally for pointing out the Flashdance thing and Steph for always buggi--I mean, encouraging me to write TO during my drought.)