<strong>Jim w/Ali</strong><br/><br/>Jim was starting to relax, whether it was the food, the lunchroom, or what.  The situation was too bizarrely 'normal' to cause his anxiety to kick in.  "I'm a local boy, born and raised here.  I left for college, but came back right afterward.  I knew several people that worked here from when I was growing up and they helped me land the job.  So I've been here basically since right out of college.  I will have five years in this fall.  I think I get a pen.  Whoo-hoo."<br/><br/>Jim suddenly had self-realization that he was no longer stuttering around her.  Maybe she could be a friend after all.  Although she was a bit young.  He never would have invited her to the bar now that he did the math.  "So what do you do for fun these days?  And I don't mean the bar scene.  Especially since technically you shouldn't be there.  Don't get me wrong, I'm no narc.  I've just always been a little uneasy about doing anything illegal, even if the law is stupid."