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"Well," Dawson countered, "I'm not sure what the answer to that is, cosmically speaking,
but in the practical sense, as it applies to my life at this particular moment, one goes
home and irons one's shirt."
Pete nodded. "Can't argue with that."
***
Andie had driven the hotel staff to the ends of their patience in the two weeks before the
party, but even they had to admit her results were impressive. The Boston Room had
dark wood trim and deep blue walls, and she had filled it with explosively colorful arrays
of flowers and a talented five-piece band and a catering staff that bustled efficiently
around the room setting every table and laying out place cards according to her diagram.
A half-hour before the party, she walked carefully around one large, round table, reading
the cards to herself in order. Jack, Pete, Rebecca, Joey, Chris, Megan, Pacey, Dawson,
Jen. She frowned, remembered Thanksgiving, and moved them around. Now Pacey
and Dawson wouldn't fight. But now, of course, Joey was next to Pacey, which was fine
if you didn't mind people having sex in the middle of the table. She moved them again,
but Megan wound up between Dawson and Joey, and Andie didn't think anyone
deserved to be stuck between Dawson and Joey for hours. The next adjustment landed
Pacey next to Jack, which was no good, because they would get drunk and pick on her
all night. She moved them again, but wound up with Pacey next to Jen, which didn't
seem like such a great idea, given the tale she'd heard from last New Year's. Jen
shouldn't be next to Joey, because -- well, that never was safe. If she put Pete by Jen,
they'd get into one of their political debates, and if she put Dawson near Chris, they'd
talk about movies and computer graphics all night, which would be just a little too much
nerd energy for one evening. Rolling her eyes, she gathered up all the place cards and
threw them in a pile in the middle of the table. "They can figure it out for themselves, or
they can damn well just stand around."
***
"You have better hair than I do," Jen insisted, looking at Joey's reflection in the bathroom
mirror as the two of them 'girled it up,' as Pacey would have put it, during the first break
the band took.
"Ick," Joey snarled, hitting the hairspray again and smoothing with her hands. "I'm
hoping split ends make a comeback, because I can't keep paying for trims. Besides, I
like your dress better than mine."
Jen glanced down at her ice-blue sheath and made a noncommittal noise. "I suppose
so. On the other hand, you're taller."
"Well, you're blonde."
"You'd be surprised how little that does for you when you don't have breast implants."
Jen reapplied her lipstick.
"I'm sure you can manage." Joey smiled. "Back to the party -- I'll see you out there."