Written by Czar Fruitcake
SUMMARY: Pacey gets what’s coming to him.
Jack, still in his sleepwalking trance, slowly drove to Pacey Witter’s current place of residence. Much like he had with Dawson, Jack knocked on the front door. Pacey was wide awake, thinking about the next day’s work.
THWACK.
Jack clocked him one upside the head.
“What the hell are you doing, Jack?” Pacey asked angrily. Jack smacked him again, hard.
“What was that for?” Pacey asked.
“For looking like a sticky weasel with an ugly beard and for being an executive when that was completely random and without sense and for cheating on Audrey (‘cause making out is still cheating, you hussy), and remember that time you dumped Joey at Prom?” Jack smacked Pacey again, and Pacey would have hit him back except that he was major league freaked out by the monotone of Jack’s voice. Something wasn’t right here, he thought astutely.
Jack smacked Pacey one last time. “And that’s for being not as good looking as I am even though you’re the straight one.” Jack walked back to his car, leaving Pacey sputtering behind him
OKAY… who gets it next? Let your voices be heard!