Craps table. "Gimme the dice," Dwight orders, and Bob Vance, of Vance Refrigeration, calls Dwight "baby" and wishes him luck. Angela strolls up like she has no idea how she got there, and casually asks what Dwight's doing, after wishing him a good evening. "Evening, Angela. This is craps. I need to roll an eight. If I do, everyone wins." "Then," she commands, "Roll an eight." That's how you know he's going to. He thanks her, with a tiny grin; she wishes him quiet luck. He rolls, everyone wins, he kisses her on the cheek. She slaps him and stalks off; he stares after her, shocked. They both smile secretly to themselves. Until they remember the cameras, and then they stop smiling. "Gimme the dice," Dwight says once more.
Jim, Pam, and Kevin sit at a poker table. Pam checks out her cards and smirks adorably; Jim calls bullshit. "Yeah, right." She grins innocently: "'Yeah, right,' what?" The last time they played this coyly was at Chili's. Jim imitates her grin and eye roll, and she laughs. "I have good cards!" Really? "Mm-hmm. And I'm going to take you all in." She pushes her chips in; Jim accuses her of bluffing. She shrugs, he squints cutely, she glows, he laughs. He goes all in. The question's always been who's really bluffing here, and why. It's not what they say. Kevin: "Yeah, I think she's full of it." Jim smiles. (I high-five Kevin.) Pam flips her cards, apologizing sincerely and sweetly. "Straight." Jim produces his three nines, and everyone claps for Pam. She's got all the cards; she's always had all the cards. Is it really bluffing, if the problem is you? Everybody cheers for Jim, simply because he's Jim, and now he's out of chips. Pam scoops them in.
Jan orders a Cosmo, Carol comes up beside her and asks for red wine. That's somehow perfect. "So, uh...so, two hours. That's a long drive," Carol says. Brave opening, Stills. Jan calls it "part of the job," and they laugh: "Why not?" Why not drive five hours total for a lame and illegal Scranton Casino Night? Jan glances at the camera before asking, casually, "So...how long have you and Michael been, um..." Carol takes a second before she gets the question, and then stammers a bit. "I guess this would be our first date, I guess." Behind them, Michael sees them talking, and hightails it the other way. "Casino Night in the warehouse!" breathes Jan. Oh, Jan! That's my girl. "Good sport," she says, like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Like they don't all know what's going on here. Like suddenly the reality of Michael Scott holding all the cards for once hasn't taken us all by surprise. Like he hasn't dropped a deuce on everybody. "Well," Carol pronounces carefully, with just the hint of an edge on it, "I'm having a nice time." And Jan nods, and sips her drink. "Oh, me too. Me too."