"You're a jerk." Pam hissed through her teeth as she struggled to get as far away from Roy in the small car as possible.
"I'm a jerk?" He demanded, his voice already raised. "I was saving your dignity!"
"My dignity?" she turned to him and glared. "I'm not a damsel in distress, and Jim wouldn't have tried anything anyways!"
"I don't trust him." Roy growled under his breath as Pam noted he was breaking the speed limit. "He just acts too cozy around you."
"What? Like you and Melissa from two doors down?" Pam spat at him. He blanched. "Don't dish it if you can't take it."
"That's-"
"Different? No it isn't Roy. You're an idiot."
Stony silence filled the rest of the night, the rest of the next morning, and most of the following night as well. Roy didn't say anything when he noticed Pam and Jim were back on good terms, but he did his best to try and win her affections back.
Suddenly though, Pam was feeling a rift grow between them. One much more pronounced then a fight had made or coming home to him drunk.