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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 <strong>by</strong> 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."
"Joey?" Jen put a hand on Joey's arm. "What?" Jen stared at her intently, holding on to her arm. "Don't fuck up." Joey looked back, shocked. "What?" "You're getting a second chance, Joey. One that there's a good argument you don't really deserve." Now, Joey understood. "You've used up all your chances, and I hope you know that there are scars on him, and they took a long time to heal. I don't want you opening them back up. I know you love him, and I know he loves you, and despite what this must all sound like, I'm genuinely happy for you, but I'm here to say, don't fuck up." Joey shook her head, agreeing. "No." "Because if you do, if you run away from him, or if you devise any more tests of loyalty, or if you demonstrate in any way that the understanding of how obscenely blessed you are has somehow escaped your attention, you're going to put yourself in a hole you can't dig out of. It's put-up-or-shut-up time, understand?" Joey nodded. "Yes." Jen snapped her purse shut. "I assume you also understand that I know damn well it's none of my business." "You cleaned up after more than one mess that I left behind," Joey said, staring at the floor. She looked up and met Jen's eyes. "You've earned your say." They nodded quickly at each other, then made their way back out into the ballroom. Joey walked over to where Pacey was standing, and grabbed his hand, holding it with both of hers. He looked at her with surprise. "What's up?" "Nothing," she said, holding on tight, but staring at the couples dancing. "I'm thinking about how obscenely blessed I am." *** part sixteen: wave Chris and Jen sat <strong>by</strong> the hotel pool in the dark, dangling their feet in the water, his pantlegs and the bottom of her dress bunched around their knees.
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