Booturtle: I'd like to see the sequel where Doug finally gets his balls back and retaliates against Joey for the chain of events she put in motion.
Laura: Jen too.

Laura: Booturtle: But I can envision Doug inflicting a lot more pain than Jen.
Laura: True. But what would he do? What would be the ultimate revenge on Joey?
Booturtle: this is when I sit back and wait for you to tell me.
Laura: Sorry, toots. I got nothin'
Booturtle: yeah, I was just imaginin'
Laura: What would you like to see happen to her?
Booturtle: pain, humiliation
Booturtle: absolutely no fucking sympathy for her plight from her "friends"
Booturtle: I imagine the loss of Pacey will be bad.
Booturtle: but it is not nearly bad enough for what she did.
Booturtle: And the knowledge that people will comfort her instead of blaming her infuriates me.

Booturtle: Dure should join the fun. He should fuck with Joey too. She needs to suffer.
Laura: Dawson will watch all this in complete confusion of course.
Booturtle: watch or hear? He still want *know* will he?
Booturtle: idiot that he is.
Laura: Jen'll go to Drue and want to fuck him. He'll be sitting at his desk or something and she'll come in and straddle him and start going at him. Drue'll put her away from him and say he's tired of being a revenge fuck.
Booturtle: I love FicDrue. He's actually a good guy under smarmy clothes.
Laura: And Jen will slide off his lap into the well of his desk and start stroking his cock. "Well then, I guess I just won't fuck you." and she'll start sucking him off.
Laura: At which point, he'll be powerless to resist her.
Booturtle: oh yeah
Booturtle: natrually.
Laura: AFter she's finished (or he is, hee), she'll stand up and look at him and say something about how she's probably going to have some free time coming up in her life and Drue'll say something about vacation and Jen'll say something about divorce. He won't beleive her, but that won't stop him from hoisting her onto his desk and licking the kitty.
Booturtle: hee.
Booturtle: licking the kitty.
Booturtle: hee.
Booturtle: meow.
Booturtle: but I'm still sad about the loss of Doug and Jen. Don't misunderstand me.
Laura: Doug'll go tot he police station and Joey'll show up for her interview or something and she'll come up to him, just as cold as he is. "I'm not happy. This isn't what I wanted."
Booturtle: she didn't think about the consequences. bitch.
Laura: "Would you have rather he killed me in a jealous rage? Or killed Dawson? Then he'd be in jail and you could still fuck him on your conjugal visits.
Booturtle: grrrrr. teflon people infuriate me.
Booturtle: oh my.
Laura: "Pacey wouldn't hurt anyone."
Booturtle: unlike her.
Laura: "Anyone except himself, you mean." Doug will give her a cool smile. "Which must mean you're not hurting, huh, Joey? Tell me something, who's going to fuck you now?"
Laura: "It was never about fucking, Doug."
Laura: "It was never about anything else."
Laura: "You felt...feel something for me."
Laura: "Disgust, Mrs. Witter."
Booturtle: disgust is too good for her.
Laura: She will, at some point, try to seduce him.
Booturtle: of course.
Laura: And Doug will hold his own (no pun intended)
Booturtle: hee.
Laura: Jen and Drue will have to have lots of sex before she reconciles with Doug.
Booturtle: somehow with you I always think the pun is enjoyed if not intended.
Laura: Puns are always enjoyed
Laura: If she does indeed reconcile with him.
Booturtle: And when Drue finds out the reason Jen is in his bed he will be cruel to Joey?
Booturtle: huh? huh?
Booturtle: dammit. she must reconcile.
Booturtle: Joey CANNOT win.
Laura: Drue will find someway to wreak revenge on Joey.
Booturtle: bitch needs professional and personal humiliation.
Laura: Joey may go after Drue when she finds out that everyone (including Dawson) will have nothing to do with her.
Booturtle: yeay
Booturtle: if Dawson won't fuck her then she really has fallen. finally.
Laura: Joey could come on to him (after Jen's gone back to Doug maybe?), knowing that he's lonely and they'll be at a restaurant and she'll be all flirty and sexy and touching and teasing.
Laura: "What exactly do you want, Joey?"
Laura: "you know what I want."
Laura: "To fuck someone before your husband's even cold in the grave?"
Booturtle: nympho
Laura: "This has nothing to do with Pacey," she'll say with tears in her eyes. "It has to do with being lonely, Drue. You understand being lonely, don't you?"
Booturtle: he should let her get hot and bothered like he's actually going to indulge her before denying her.
Laura: And Drue'll kinda relent, talking dirty to her at the table until she's squirming in her seat then, (while stillat the restaurant), he'll slip his finger inside her panties and get it good and wet and hold it up to his lips, and taste her. Then he'll shrug. "Sorry, Jo. I've had better."
Booturtle: hee
Laura: She'd look at him as he stood up and started to leave, her face a mask of fury. "YOu can't leave me this way."
Booturtle: me likee that.
Booturtle: gah! she's so self-important. how dare she?
Laura: "Are you kidding, Potter?" (deliberately using the name of course, to watch her flinch). "I wouldn't fuck you on a bet. Who knows where you've been." The waiter would come up (they'd be at Civilization, of course, and the story of the affair would be out and around, so no one will acknowledge Joey) adn hand Drue the bill and he'd hand it to Joey. "What am I saying? Everyone knows where you've been."
Laura: And the end would be her just sitting there, alone in this crowd of people having fun.
Booturtle: alone and miserable with everyone knowing she caused Pacey's death. Yes!

Laura: Laura: I can't believe I'm gonna write a sequel to the FUFF.
Laura: Although, I suppose I could just leave it at this conversation wtih you and not do anything with it, since you're satisfied.
Booturtle: but what about the Jen/Doug reunion stuff.
Booturtle: But I could be kept with just this conversation. However, more explicit descriptions would always be welcomed. But knowing in the end Joey will suffer does make me smile.
Laura: Hee.
Laura: I"m sure I'll write it now that the germ of the idea is pretty fleshed out in my head. Not sure how I can work the Doug/Jen reunion if she continues to have big sex with the Lizard. Although I can see him sending her back to Doug.
Laura: And I can't do anything about it until the Neo and Diesel fics are done.
Booturtle: mmmmmm, the birthday fics
Booturtle: I can completely see Drue helping Jen go back to Doug.

ROLY:

Roly: I don't want Pacey to die!
Roly: He can't be a martyr!
Laura: Hee.
Laura: But if Dawson dies, no one cares. Not really. Pacey would just get a little bit of jail time and be done with it.
Roly: I do like the idea of everyone treating Joey like shit, though.
Laura: Oh yes, that's a good good good thing.
Roly: Maybe I've seen too many movies, but I like the idea of Doug tampering with evidence or whatever he has to in order to keep Pacey from getting convicted.
Laura: We'll see if I ever write it, but it's on the block now.
Laura: Sadly, that would require way too much studying and research and shit. And there'd be less sex.
Roly: Maybe even covering it up for Pacey. And Pacey would be wracked with guilt, wanting to turn himself in, and wondering why his straight-arrow brother is doing all of this.
Roly: I know you're right; I guess I just envisioned Jen and Pacey realizing together that Doug and Joey were fucking.
Laura: Maybe Jen will taunt Doug, saying that he knew it was him that was fucking Joey, but he couldn't bring himself to kill his brother so he got drunk enough to convince himself it was Dawson.
Laura: Guilt for Doug!
Laura: Yay!
Roly: Oooh, could Danny come back and tell Doug off? Kick his ass or something?
Laura: Well, even more guilt.
Laura: Oh yes. Danny would have to be involved in some way.
Laura: Joey could see Danny after the funeral and try and hit on him.
Roly: Joey could try to fuck him, too, and he could kick her skanky ass to the curb.
Laura: Heeee!
Roly: Hee!
Laura: Great minds, girl.
Laura: He'd have to not let on that he knows though, becuase he'll have to give Doug a personal ass kicking.
Laura: Oooh. Danny. Doug. Fighting. Bloody. Dirty. Sweaty. Oh Jesus. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Roly: Doug'll have to be drunk. I love Danny and all, but he'd need some serious help to beat Doug up.
Roly: But it'll be yummmmmmmy.
Laura: I'm thinking Doug would have good reason to be getting drunk. Especially if he'd just seen Jen with Drue and Joey at some sort of function relating to Pacey's death or something and then he runs into Danny. Oh, that will be my most favoritest scene EVAH.
Laura: They could have some sort of memorial at Civilization and Jen goes with Drue and Joey's there, all trying to be tragic (and this could be where all the employees and such find out that Joey was fucking Pacey's brother, which would spur Danny into action to kick Doug's ass something fierce.
Roly: I so want to see Doug get a beatdown. Boo is way too nice to him.
Laura: Boo did not feel the hate as you did. Perhaps your shippah hat was on tighter than hers.
Roly: I think it's more of a feminist hat. I'm all about hating them equally. Sure, he didn't start it, but the fact that he felt guilty and conflicted doesn't absolve him of blame. Nobody made him fuck her.
Laura: Yup. I feel for him in that he didn't seem to know what to do, but not doing anything is just as guilty as starting the whole thing.
Roly: Also, I don't know if it was your intention, but the intensity of his desire for Joey makes me suspect that he's been harboring a little thing for her for a while. I can't imagine that any woman could come along and suddenly be leading him around by his dick like that. She had some sort of control over him before it even started.
Laura: Well, she does have the Golden Potter Pussy.
Laura: But yeah, I think there's some sort of fantasy element that he's had hidden. Maybe I'll discuss that in the sequel. Joey calling him on it and Jen overhearing.
Roly: He wouldn't have initiated it; he probably didn't even acknowledge that he'd been attracted to her. But it had to have been there.

She nodded vaguely, staring at the black awning that sprawled over the heads of the small group of people just a few feet away. "Numb."

"Yeah." He swallowed hard, holding her closer.

"I wonder how she's doing. She looks…" Jen stopped as Joey turned slightly, facing Gale as she walked up beside her. "Uh-oh."

"It'll be fine."

"You think?"

"Fine." He watched as Gale said something and Joey turned away, her eyes raking over the dark wood of the coffin.

Doug slammed on the brake and stared at the mass of flashing lights, sitting frozen until Jen grabbed his arm. "Doug?"

"I can't believe that he'd do this."

"Let's go inside. We need to go inside." She reached for his chin, turning him to face her. "We have to go inside, Doug."

He nodded and turned off the car, climbing out and moving to Jen's side. She slid her arm around him, supporting him just as much as she was using him for support. Her body ached and her eyes burned from lack of sleep.

They wove through the gathered police cars and ambulances, Doug's familiar face getting them through the crowd of bodies. They reached the house, stopping as Joey shoved her way through, her eyes frantic. "What happened? Where's Pacey?" She looked past the officer holding her, attempting to keep her from rushing into the house and saw Doug, her body slumping. "What happened?"

He ignored her, his hand in the small of Jen's back as he guided her toward the steps. The officer holding Joey released her, realizing who she was. She hurried after Doug and Jen, following them into the house. Another officer stopped them inside the hallway as distant camera flashes illuminated them all in stark clarity.

"Why are you here?" Joey grabbed Doug's arm, forcing him to look at her. "Where's Pacey? What's happened? What happened to Dawson?"

He wrenched his arm away, ignoring her. Jen glanced around him and moved to Joey's side, helping to hold her up. "We got a call."

"From who? What's going on?" Joey pulled out of Jen's grip and shoved her way through the two police officers standing at the end of the foyer, stopping as the sight of the living room, the spray of blood staining the walls. "Oh, God."

"I didn't know who to call."

Her eyes didn't move from the body on the carpet, the deep red stain that seemed to be seeping closer. She took a step back as Doug moved past her, ignoring her and moving to the rocking figure sitting in front of the smoldering fireplace.

"I didn't know who to call."

"He wouldn't talk," one of the officers stated flatly. "He said he wouldn't talk until he saw you."

Doug nodded and swallowed hard, his eyes careful not to stray toward the blood spatters that came too close to his shoes as he skirted around the forensic technicians. He knelt down and forced himself to look into the distraught eyes.

"You should go over there."

Doug's head jerked, his mind coming back to the scene in front of him. Less blood, but the same players, gathered around the body.

The body.

"No."

"I didn't know who to call." He kept rocking, staring at Doug with helpless eyes. The room smelled like booze, the thick coppery scent of blood not yet overpowering. All he could smell was blood.

"You did the right thing."

"I called you. Then 911. I wasn't sure…I told them he was dead."

"You did the right thing."

"He…" he swallowed, his voice hoarse. Had they been shouting? Everything was a blur of booze and words and the deafening silence after the shot. The shot. "He's dead?"

"Yes." Doug didn't look at the body lying not that far from him, focused instead on the strangely smooth brick of the fireplace. "He's dead."

"He kept taunting me. Saying these things. And I didn't…" He looked up at Joey as she approached, her eyes almost black with shock. "Joey…"

Tears were streaming down her face as she shook her head, unable to take in the scene, to process it. She fell to her knees, falling into his embrace, letting him hold her for a few seconds before being pulled away by two of the cops. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Witter, you can't be over here. Just come this way."

He didn't look up as they pulled her away, just released her as if she were insubstantial. "What do I tell them?"

"Just tell them what happened," Doug didn't recognize his own voice, the shimmering sound of weakness, the fear. "Just tell them the truth."

Dawson looked over to the dark crimson blood that bathed his living room. "He thought I was sleeping with Joey." His eyes met Doug's, not accusing, not knowing, but something that made Doug shift uneasily. "He was always afraid I was sleeping with Joey. But this time he believed it." Dawson looked back to where Pacey lay, his body shifting as they eased him into the black body bag. "I wonder why he believed it."

Doug backed away, stopping only when he hit the wall, turning and finding himself face to face with Joey. Her eyes were locked on Dawson as he continued speaking, telling everyone who would listen now, the dam that had held back his words broken. Doug looked at Joey, his blue eyes unreadable. "He thought you were sleeping with Dawson, Joey. I wonder why."

"She needs you. I mean, you were his brother, Doug. She's probably afraid that you blame her, given what Dawson told everyone."

"I do."

"Doug…"

"She may as well have killed him herself, Jen. She fucked around on him and that…he had a gun with him. He went over there to kill someone. Either he's dead or in jail and either way, it's her fault."

Jen stared at Joey, standing so stiffly beside the coffin. "I never should have told Pacey."

"Joey never should have cheated." Jen glanced at him, watching with narrowed eyes as he stared at Joey. Something dark lingered in the cold blue.

"You."

"What?" In the silence, he forced his eyes to Jen. "What?"

"It was you." Jen swallowed hard and started shaking her head, looking down at her suddenly trembling her hands. "It was her. She was the one, wasn't she?" He didn't respond and she laughed softly, sadly as she took a step away from him, any sense of comfort his closeness had brought gone.

The service ended and Jen moved past Doug's still form, getting in line with all the others offering Joey their condolences as they passed her. Finally reaching her, Jen ignored everyone around them, her voice shrill and hard. "How's the pedestal now, Joey?"

"What?" She looked shocked, stunned out of her numbness.

"Tell me, how far was the fall from Pacey's pedestal to Doug's?" She smirked. "Dawson would have been too much, right? Too hurtful to Pacey? Too easy to figure out, to find out? So you had to pick the next best thing?"

Joey straightened, swallowing as she chose her words. "The next thing. Not the best."

Jen shook her head. "You didn't deserve Pacey." She looked back over her shoulder at Doug, listening to them, a consuming fear in his eyes. She disregarded his look, not wanting to see anything he had to offer her. "But you're more than welcome to his brother."

"I thought I told you I didn't want to be disturbed."

"You may have said something about it." Drue looked up at Jen with a surprised expression. "But I didn't listen to whatever she was saying as I walked in."

"What are you doing here?"

"I had some free time. In fact, I think I'll be having a lot of free time very soon. Free time I can spend with you."

"Taking a vacation?"

"Getting a divorce."

"What are you talking about, Jen?"

"Well, let's see." She unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She continued stripping as she walked toward his desk, leaving a trail of clothes behind her. "I just came from Pacey's funeral."

"I heard."

"Ah, but did you hear all the juicy details? How he went to confront Dawson about his affair with Joey and ended up shooting himself in the head?"

"My God…"

"Yup." She grabbed his chair and pulled him out from his desk, moving to straddle his thighs. Drue's hands went to her hips instinctively and held her there as she settled on his lap, the heat from her body burning through his slacks. "But that's not the best part."

"Best…?"

"The best part is," she reached down and unfastened his slacks, pulling the material away from his body, "that it wasn't Dawson she was cheating with. He was completely innocent throughout the whole thing."

"But she was cheating?"

"Oh yeah." Jen freed his cock and stroked it a few times before positioning herself over it and sinking down his length. "All the while we've thought she was fucking Dawson, she was actually busy fucking Doug."

"Doug? As in Doug, your husband?" Drue's fingers dug into her skin as she attempted to move, holding her still above him.

"My husband. His brother." She laughed, the sound slightly manic. "So, as I said, if you're interested, I'm going to have a lot of time on my hands." She fought against his grip, frowning as he eased her away from him.

"I'm not going to fuck you like this, Jen."

"No? What if I do this instead?" She sank down to her knees and wrapped her mouth around his cock, tasting herself as she began sucking gently, smiling slightly as he moaned his surrender.

Doug stopped pacing at the sound of a key in the door, turning as it opened. He froze as Joey walked in, stopping just inside and shutting the door behind her. "What the fuck do you think you're doing here?"

"I needed…"

"I don't give a fuck what you need." He stepped forward, his whole demeanor menacing. "Get out of here. And stay out."

"I just want to talk."

"I don't care what you want or need, Joey." His voice was ice cold, his body practically shaking with rage. "Your wants and your needs got my brother killed."

"Doug…" She swallowed and averted her gaze from his. "I just ne…please listen? Just let me talk for a few minutes."

"You just don't get it, do you? Are you that fucking self-centered? That fucking self-involved? My wife walked out on me today…"

"The wife you cheated on willingly." Joey met his eyes again, steel back in hers. "I didn't coerce you. I didn't force you."

"…At my brother's funeral." She winced slightly and he smirked, enjoying the sight of her pain. "You keep forgetting about that, don't you, Joey? Keep forgetting that he wasn't just your husband, wasn't just yours to lose. He was my brother, Jen's friend. And what about Dawson? Aren't you supposed to be closer to him than anyone? And yet you let him be the one to see Pacey put that gun in his mouth. You don't know what it's like to see that, do you, Joey? Up close? Personal? Not be able to stop it before the back of his head sprayed across the room?"

She covered her ears with her hands. "Stop it."

"Why should I? I told you to stop, I begged you to stop, Joey and you wouldn't stop. You had to keep playing your little game of revenge or payback or just being a fucking cunt, right? You didn't stop and give Pacey any consideration, why should I give you any?"

"You're not so fucking innocent!" She glared at him, her hands clenching into fists as she dropped them to her side. "You were more than happy to slide between my legs, Doug. You didn't give a fuck about Jen or Pacey when you were inside me. And don't pretend that I had all the control in this, because you could have stopped it if you really wanted to. The problem was that you didn't want to stop. You wanted to fuck me. You needed to fuck me. You liked fucking me until you realized that all you wanted to do was fuck me."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't I?" She sneered at him, advancing on him. "You couldn't keep it up for Jen, could you? She told me all about how you couldn't even managed to stay inside her long enough for her to come because you were too busy thinking of me. You were too busy coming yourself to give a fuck about her pleasure. If I'm a cunt for fucking you while I still managed to maintain my marriage to Pacey, what does it make you for not being able to keep it up with Jen?"

"Jen and I were fine."

"Jen's probably busy fucking Drue Valentine, just like she's been doing since he got into town."

"Does it make you feel better to think every woman is as fucked up and vicious as you?"

"Jen's far more fucked up than I am, I assure you." She was breathing hard, anger etched in every line of her body. "And believe me, your precious wife is no saint. She's probably had more cocks in her since you've been married than she had before she hit the age of sixteen. And that's saying a lot."

"You think you're so clever, don't you? You think if you piss me off I'll just forgive you for what you did? You think I'll just give in to the grief and fuck you? Is that what you want, Joey? Some poor idiot to fuck you?"

"Given your level of skill, I'd say idiot is about right."

"And yet you kept coming back, didn't you?" He advanced on her, backing her up against the door. "You couldn't get enough. What was the biggest thrill, Joey? The fact that you were fucking around on Pacey or the fact that you were fucking over Jen? Or the fact that Dawson was the one who was bound to be suspected and when he denied it, you'd get away with it all?"

"You don't know a fucking thing about me."

"I know you're a cold, vindictive little bitch whose only redeeming quality is that my brother loved her. Which, of course, was his worst mistake."

"I'd think his worst mistake was trusting his brother." She shoved at his chest, pushing him away. "Don't make your own mistake of thinking you're anything better than me. My legs may have been spread, Doug, but it was your cock inside me. You thrusting, you fucking."

"Oh yeah, you were the innocent victim, just lying there, suffering through it all." He shook his head. "And let me guess, you were suffering, right, Joey? You wanted nothing to do with me, that's why you went down on me while our spouses were less than fifty feet away? That's why you straddled me right before Jen was supposed to come home that day? That's why you fucked me in your own house, in the pantry you asked me to build for your husband?"

"Do you think you could keep it down?" Both of them stopped in the sudden silence, turning to look at Jen as she stood leaning against the doorjamb. Doug felt a stab of pain as he noted her slightly disheveled clothing, the outfit she'd worn to Pacey's funeral now wrinkled as it hung on her body. "Because as interesting as I'm sure you think your drama is, it's boring as hell to the rest of us who have to listen to it." She started for the stairs, not looking at either of them. "Besides, you're yelling loud enough to wake the dead."

Joey stiffened and turned, walking out of the house without another word. Doug shut the door behind her, following Jen up the stairs. He stopped outside the door of their bedroom, his eyes instinctively going to the bed. He could see the slight wrinkles in the comforter from where they'd made love that morning, frantic and desperate with grief and sorrow.

Now they were partially covered by the black suitcase she pulled from under the bed. "Joey gone?"

"Yes."

"She didn't have to leave on my account. Admittedly, it might be a little crowded in here with the three of us. Although given the way our sex life went south when you started fucking her, I guess it's been crowded for a long time." She didn't look at him as she turned to her dresser, pulling the drawer out and grabbing a handful of clothes. "Of course, from the sounds of it, you've been doing just fine out of the bedroom too."

"I'm not interested in Joey, Jen."

"Yeah, I could tell that by the way you were fucking her behind your brother's back." She set her clothes in the suitcase and looked at him, her gaze measured and even. "I'm going to make things very clear to you, okay, Doug? I don't care what you do. I don't care if you fuck Joey, I don't care if you don't. As far as I'm concerned, you might as well be the one in the coffin, because you're more dead to me right now than Pacey will ever be."

Drue sat down at the bar, shifting slightly. His body was still sensitive from his afternoon with Jen, her anger and pain finding an outlet when she'd wrapped her body around his. A dull, throbbing ache filled him, coursing through pleasantly as he gestured to the bartender. "Double vodka, rocks."

"Sure."

"How are things?" He glanced at the nearly empty restaurant. "I heard the owner died."

"One of the owners. He killed himself."

"I heard. I went to school with him." Drue accepted his drink with a nod, sipping it and smiling his satisfaction. "Good vodka."

"Only the best."

"I heard he thought his wife was cheating on him."

The bartender shrugged. "Lots of rumors. I don't know what to believe. Danny, he's one of the co-owners, doesn't want us talking about it with the customers."

Drue nodded reasonably, setting his wallet on the bar. He opened it and slid a hundred dollar bill onto the polished surface, pushing it forward just past the edge of his glass. "But if I did a lot of drinking, there'd be no reason for you to not hang around, right? Chat a little? Keep the customer happy? Espeically if there was a shot at a big tip?"

"I suppose…" He took the bill and slid it on top of the register, running the pen over it to check if it was counterfeit. He looked up as Drue smiled. "Can't be too careful these days."

"No, you certainly can't."

"And I suppose, since Danny's trying to figure out what he's going to do with the place now that Pacey's gone, he's not going to be too worried about what's going on in the bar on a very slow night."

"I suppose not." Drue smiled wolfishly. "I knew him, you know. Pacey."

"Yeah?"

"In high school. We were…well, what were we?" He took a drink. "Adversaries, I suppose. Never friends."

"That's hard to believe. He was friends with everyone. Nicest guy. A tough boss, but only because he wanted everyone to work as hard as he did." He grabbed the bottle of vodka and topped off Drue's glass. "Did you go to the funeral?"

"No. I couldn't make it."

"Some of the waitstaff went. I guess there was some big confrontation. Pacey's wife…"

"Joey?"

"Yeah."

"She come around here often?"

"From time to time. Mostly they'd sit in his office and eat lunch together. And a lot of times, I'm pretty sure they fucked. They were pretty happy from the looks of things."

"But looks," Drue raised an eyebrow as he raised his glass, "are very deceiving."

"Apparently so. According to Becca, she got into a knock-down, drag-out fight with her sister-in-law."

"Why's that?" Drue blinked visibly, his face a mask of confusion and concern. "Was Pacey cheating on Joey?"

"Fuck no." He blushed and looked around, making sure no one had heard him. "Pacey'd just as soon fuck a roast chicken than fuck around on Joey. He was in love with her, man. Head over heels. Proud and happy and stupid as fuck, apparently."

"Why's that?"

"Well, from what Becca said, Joey was in some big threesome with Pacey's brother and his wife."

"Reeeeeally."

"That's what I heard."

"I heard that Pacey's wife was fucking her best friend from high school."

Drue turned slightly, his smile spreading as he noticed the figure next to him, his thinning hair caught by the spotlight above the bar. "Where'd you hear that?"

Dawson looked at him with dark eyes, haunted eyes. "Pacey himself, man. Didn't you hear? He shot himself in my living room. Which I suppose makes Joey happy, since her company is contracted to do all decorating and repair work on my house."

"Is she doing the work herself?" Drue nodded toward Dawson and the bartender pulled out another glass, filling it before topping off Drue's once again. "Or is she sending one of her lackeys in to do the dirty work."

"I don't know. I haven't spoken to her since it happened." Dawson emptied his glass again. "She's been a little too busy to see me."

"Or too guilty."

"Guilty?" Dawson shook his head. "She's got no reason to feel guilty. Joey and I…we've been over for a long time."

"Yeah?" Drue sipped from his glass, nodding slightly as the bartender started pouring again. "How long?"

"Long enough to know that it wasn't me she was cheating with. If she really was cheating."

"You think this was all some big mistake on Pacey's part?" Drue pressed his lips together to keep his harsh laugh from escaping. "He shot himself because of some bad information about the last time you fucked his wife? I don't buy it."

"So what's your theory, Drue?"

"About you? I think you're still so hung up on Joey that you can't even admit that she might as well have just shot Pacey herself. I think you're refusing to see that she used you to get to him, while all the time she was busy getting her rocks off with his brother."

"Joey wouldn't do that to Jen."

"But she'd do it to Pacey?" Drue shook his head. "I always knew you were hung up on the girl, Dawson, but I never quite realized you were this fucking pathetic. As it is, Joey's a free woman now and she's not going to last long without a cock between her legs. You better make sure you lock up any firearms you have on hand, Dawson." He patted him on the shoulder. "Or you might all over your carpet just like Pacey."

Doug opened the door, shaking his head as he backed away from the threshold. "You're the last person I need to see right now."

"Really? I'd say the last person you needed to see was the one I watched pull out of your driveway about twenty minutes ago." Danny leaned against the door jamb. "You're one messed up fuck, Douglas."

"Yeah, thanks for the news bulletin." Doug wandered back into the living room, heading for the bar. "You want a drink or did you want to be sober while you mocked me?"

"I'm not going to mock you, Doug." Danny followed him, sinking into a chair as Doug poured them both a drink, bringing the bottle to the coffee table along with the two glasses. "I'm verging on beating the shit out of you, but I'm pretty sure I can't make you feel worse than you already do, so it wouldn't be worth it." He smirked slightly. "Although, I'm only assuming you feel like the piece of shit you are, so maybe beating you up wouldn't be such a bad idea after all."

Doug held out his arms, matching Danny's smirk. "Fire away."

"Not if you want it." Danny's face suddenly turned serious. "You don't deserve to get a single fucking thing you want. A single fucking thing that would make you feel better." He leaned forward and picked up his glass, draining it in one gulp. "So tell me, I see that Joey doesn't seem bothered in the slightest by the fact that her husband's six feet under the ground. Does it bother you? Or was she here for comfort sex?"

"Just shut the fuck up, Danny."

"No." He shook his head. "Actually I really can't fucking do that. Because I thought of Pacey like a kid brother. Which is obviously more than I can say for you."

"You don't know anything about it."

"I know everything about it." Danny poured another drink and sipped it, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat. "I was the one you told about how she fucked you on your weight bench. I was the one you confided in about how she blew you during the fucking picnic. I was the one who had to fucking listen while you went on and on about how she was driving you wild."

"I'm leaving now."

Doug closed his eyes, feeling the words like bullets through his flesh, before turning to face the front door. Jen stood there, suitcase at her feet, her rumpled clothes discarded for more comfortable and casual attire. He stood up and stared at the ground before lifting his eyes to hers. "Don't go."

"I'm sure my lawyer will be in touch."

"Jen." Doug took a step forward, reaching out to her. Even though he was several feet away, she stepped back, feeling the hard wood of the door against her back. "Please."

"Please what, Doug?"

"Don't go."

"I don't have any choice." She shook her head. "You left me no choice. You fucked her in my house, Doug. You fucked her in my kitchen, in my bed. Tell me how I'm supposed to stay here knowing that."

"I love you."

"Oh, fuck you." She laughed, the sound diluted with tears. "You don't know what love is, you son of a bitch."

PPPatronSaint: Doug's going to get drunk soon, I think. Maybe that's when Joey'll try and fuck him. After Dawson has gone off on her maybe?
booturtle13: oh, that sounds good.
PPPatronSaint: Hmmm. So what's next if that's going to come up later. I can't do a Pacey scene. Maybe Drue hanging around Civilization, stirring up trouble? Since that's where his final confrontation with Joey will take place.
booturtle13: yeah, yeah.
PPPatronSaint: Is that a happy yeah, yeah? Or a "yeah, yeah, whatevah!"
booturtle13: did dawson hear about Doug and Joey at the funeral? Or will he hear it elsewhere? I can't remember his vicinity to Joey when Jen made her comments.
booturtle13: I do not yeah, yeah, whatevah you without it being abundantly clear. Fear not, it was an enthusiastic yeah, yeah.
PPPatronSaint: He wasn't mentioned at the funeral because I was being evasive. But he'll hear from Drue at the restaurant?
booturtle13: yes! That's what I was hoping when I asked.
booturtle13: Whee!
PPPatronSaint: BWAH. You can just offer suggestions, you know.
booturtle13: <---not a writer. Only a reader.
booturtle13: sucks at ideas.
PPPatronSaint: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
booturtle13: besides you picked up what i was laying down. hee.
PPPatronSaint: Okay, so Drue/Bartender and Dawson
PPPatronSaint: Doug/Danny convo which leads to heavy, heavy Doug drinking, especially when Jen walks out in the middle of it
PPPatronSaint: Joey/Dawson blow up
PPPatronSaint: Joey comes on to Doug. Does he turn her down? If yes, when? Right away? Does it go a ways from lonely and scared and sad or does he just push her away and go intot he shower and beat off thinking about Jen?
PPPatronSaint: <-- is worried that there is hardly any sex in the sequel to the fic with the most sex in it EVAH
booturtle13: hee
booturtle13: I don't think he should fuck her.
booturtle13: but it should get somewhere first.
booturtle13: he'll stilll be drunk?
PPPatronSaint: How far?
PPPatronSaint: Yeah.
PPPatronSaint: And...oh! Joey could call him Pacey!
booturtle13: that would sober him up.
booturtle13: cunt rag
PPPatronSaint: Or just be moaning for Pacey -sad or whatever, little cunt - and Doug could shove her away and she could fall on her ass.
booturtle13: YES!
booturtle13: She needs to fall on her ass!
PPPatronSaint: Not deliberately though, as much as I loathe to give her an ounce of sympathy. I think it would be reflexive.
booturtle13: that's the way I took it.
PPPatronSaint: But she's still a cunt ra
PPPatronSaint: rag
booturtle13: oh yes. She cannot be redeemed.
booturtle13: she killed Paaaaaaaaaaaaacey
booturtle13: there is no forgiveness.
booturtle13: course she was cheating, Dawson. Don't you remember the affair you too had earlier on in their marriage?
booturtle13: I do.
booturtle13: I believe it.
PPPatronSaint: Well, he says they've been over for a long time, but not that they've never been fucking around.
booturtle13: exactly.
PPPatronSaint: I think he's going to come on to Joey because he's pretty drunk and she's going to turn him down and he's going to start digging about Pacey and Doug and she's going to admit it and he's just going to be stunned and shocked that she's been refusing him all this time, even though she's been fucking around.
PPPatronSaint: He'll be betrayed, don't you know.
PPPatronSaint: and that'll be the end of that.
PPPatronSaint: He's the woman scorned.
booturtle13: I love that.

5/15/03