During the course of the evening, Pam would occasionally leave Yvetta to recover while she checked in on the goings-on in the bar. Ginger didn't come to her with any issues, so it was a fairly mundane night.

Except for that one time when Pam was on her way back to the office when she suddenly felt something that permeated her entire body. It came and went in a flash, but it was enough to unnerve her for a moment. Something had happened to Eric, that much she knew. But he didn't summon her, so...?

He's a big boy. He can take care of himself.

So later that night when Eric walks in, Pam is sitting in Eric's chair with Yvetta on the desk spread eagle in front of her. Both of them look up at him at nearly the same time.

Yvetta gasps -- not one of those high-pitched, breathless ones that Pam has been making her do all night -- but one of shock at the state of Eric's bloody appearance.

Pam just stares. Almost angrily.

She closes Yvetta's legs. Which Yvetta takes as a clear sign that it's time to leave. So she grabs her underwear and hustles out of the room, glancing wide-eyed at Eric as she passes by and shuts the door behind her.

Meanwhile, Pam has stood up, and she approaches Eric, her nostrils flaring delicately at the smell of his blood.

She reaches out with a finger and pokes it through the hole in his t-shirt.

It might have been just a t-shirt. But it was a nice t-shirt. A designer t-shirt, and expensive. Light-colored, too.

God-fucking-dammit.

Glaring, she meets his eyes.

"Seriously?"