It wasn't that she didn't want to.  It was that she had imagined it so differently.  Pam figured her wedding night would be wonderful and magical - not like she and Roy hadn't ever had sex, but she thought it would be different.

Well, it certainly was different.

He isn't propping himself up like usual.  Instead, he is lying directly on top of her, making it hard for her to breathe.  He is also being rough.  She never insisted that they have gentle, passion filled sex, but this was ridiculous. 

He grunts as she winces.  "Roy."

He continues to grunt.  He places a hand on her shoulder - apparently he needs leverage or something.

"Roy?  Honey?"  She moves her arms up to push against his shoulders, "Roy, you're hurting me."

She pushes at his shoulders as he slams his body against hers and grunts again.  She continues to push lightly at his shoulders, "Roy."

When he is still not getting off of her after another attempt, "God damn it Roy, get off me!"  She shoves him now, sitting and tugging down her teddy as he stares at her.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"You were hurting me.  I told you to cut it out."

"Fuck, Pam."  He gets up, grabs his boxers, and retreats to the bathroom - he slams the door, cussing and carrying on.

She sits, curling her legs under her, tears filling her eyes and pouring over onto her cheeks.  She wraps her, rocking slightly.  After she realizes Roy isn't coming out of the bathroom for a while she grabs her cell phone and flips it open.  She types quickly, "I NEED YOU" and presses "send" before she can stop to think.

She's silent as she gathers her things and heads to the lobby.  Even when the girl behind the counter asks if she's okay, Pam simply nods.  She isn't sure why she grabbed her wedding dress from the corner of their room, or why she hadn't put on more than shorts and a sweatshirt - well, at least she covered up the red teddy/panty set she had on.

She's sitting in a large armchair, her dress strewn over the back, when he arrives.  She stands and smiles slightly before her face falls and she's choking back sobs.

He closes the space between them in two long strides and pulls her into his arms.  "Hey."  He says it into her hair as he holds her close. 

They sit in the hotel bar, a heavy silence between them.  She's looking at him.  He's looking at his drink.

"How come you didn't go to Australia?"

"Well, I hear it's a place to take someone important to you to," he says as he looks up at her, "and Mark happened to be busy this week."

She laughs and smacks his arm.

They stay in the bar until it closes at two.  She's holding her dress in her arms as they stand in the front lobby.  She glances at the elevators.  "God, I don't want to go back up there to him."

"Then don't."

"Where the hell am I supposed to go?"

He doesn't answer, but walks to the front desk.  "Do you have any double rooms available?"

"Looks like one," the young girl says, eying him up.

"I'll take it for the night."

"Name?"

"Halpert."

"Cash or credit?"

"Stick it on the credit card," he answers as he hands it to her.  He glances at Pam.  She's standing next to him, a confused look on her face.

"Room 413.  Enjoy your stay."

"Thanks."  He takes the keycard and turns to Pam.  "Come on Beesly.  You need your sleep."

They sit on their respective beds in silence.  Pam has her wedding dress on her lap and she's toying it with her fingers.

"I didn't ask.  What's up with the dress?"

She's silent, looking at the dress again, "He ripped it.  I mean, it's not like I'll ever wear it again, but it's the principle."

He nods.

She pulls a small box out of her purse and extracts a needle and thread.  She begins to sew the zipper back in place as he watches on.

"Man, you can paint, knit, and sew, anything you can't do?"

She doesn't look up at him, "I can't cook Ramen."

"Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack."  She puts the dress on the bed behind her, crosses her legs, and looks him dead in the eye.  "I can't cook Ramen noodles.  I fuck them up every time."

"Wow."

"Sad.  I know."  She looks down at her lap and sniffles again.  "You know why I needed you tonight?"

"Hmm?"

"It's him.  Again.  I needed - I just - oh, fuck.  What have I done?"  Her face falls into her hands.  "I need a drink."

"Mini fridge."

"What?"  She looks up at him.

"There's a mini fridge over there."

"Do you have any idea how expensive that alcohol is?"

"Yes, and I don't care.  You break out the booze and Macadamia nuts and I'll order the porn."

"You'll order the what?"

"Porn," he says seriously.  "See, it's your wedding night and you should be having fun."

"Fun?  Getting drunk and watching porn with my best friend?"  She stops t think for a moment, "Ah, what the hell."  She gets up and makes her way to the fridge as he lifts the remote and flips on the TV.

"So, random scenes or are you in the mood for a plot?"

"Plot, most definitely.  More to laugh at."  She moves towards his bed, juggling the bottles she got from the fridge.  She sits next to him and pops one open, downing it immediately.  "Wow."

"Yeah, wow."

As they watch Jim's pick, Pam drinks the three bottles of Vodka.  "I can't believe she can do that with her leg."

"That's, wow."

She cocks her head to the side, "She's got to be a gymnast or something.  I could never do that."

"Good to know.  Whoa, man!  Nice ending.  This was totally worth seven ninety-five."  They sit shocked for a moment before Pam bursts out in laughter.  He turns to her.  "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I'm drunk."

"Okay."

She leans into his shoulder and closes her eyes.  "Jim?"

"Yeah?"  He flips the TV off and looks down at her.

"Thank you for tonight.  I really needed a friend and you were really there for me."

"I always will be, Pam.  I always will be."

She's alone when she wakes up the next morning.  Jim left her a note and she smiles as she reads it, remembering the night before.

Pam,

I wish you the best of luck with everything and I want you to know you can always call me if you need anything.  I may be a few hours away now, but I'm still with you Beesly.

Love,

Jim

P.S. Don't forget a big glass of water and a couple aspirin for your hangover.  Wouldn't want you boarding the plane for your honeymoon with a roaring headache - not a good start to a great week.