"Shit, I guess I don't get invited either," Lennon said, idly rubbing at his neck. He wasn't sure what exactly Felix had put on there this time but it was something. His expression changed from mild amusement to horror in a few seconds. "That is a firm and unyielding no from me," he said, shaking his head. "Pam is kind of like the crazy cat lady aunt who rolls her hair with orange juice cans and shit like back in the old days. That doesn't really say sexy to me?"
He started snickering then, unable to stop himself. Pam was alright, he had nothing against her, but he didn't find her attractive. He was sure she wouldn't go for him in that way either, so it was okay.