So, in the aftermath of the singing debacle, Pacey tries to get Dawson and Andie out of the bar and over to the party, but they rebuff him; when he takes a swig of Andie's drink, he figures out why. The waitress returns to the table, Dawson tries to order another rum and Coke, but the waitress says she can't until she sees some ID. Andie drunkenly announces their age, tells the waitress she's broken the law, mentions that Pacey's dad is the sheriff, and blah blah blah fishcakes, Pacey hustles them out of there.
Back at the no-longer-surprise party, the Flash comes into the kitchen where Bride of Flash is puttering around. He tells her (as she pays him virtually no attention) he saw the car in the garage, and that it's "very beautiful. Quite a gift. Of course, I always thought Dawson's first car would be something like I had when I was a boy -- you know, some kind of jalopy or something. Of course it's your decision." "Jalopy"? Bride of Flash notes that a lot of things that came with this marriage are her decision these days, "except, of course, the decision about the marriage itself." Yeah, whatever.
Then we cut to the Explorer in the garage, which actually has a big red ribbon around it, like, cliché much? As the camera leans in closer to the car, a meaty little hand presses itself to the steamed-up window inside. Oh, sweet God in heaven, that hand belongs to Jen, as we see when the camera cuts to the Explorer's interior, where Jen and Ty are rather noisily making out. Way to sex up your ex-boyfriend's new car before he even gets to put his own ass in it. As Jen leans in, Ty pulls back again and says, "We have to stop. I can't do this." Jen more or less climbs off him and arranges her clothes with evident frustration. Ty says, "I'm sorry, Jen." Jen says, "You should be." Ty looks all wounded and says, "Well, this is not entirely my fault." Jen, thank God, demands, "Oh, really? What role am I playing in your personal inner struggle?" Ty yelps, "You're tempting me!" Jen glares at him disgustedly and rightly answers, "That's a load of crap!" Ty protests with all the vigour a milquetoast can muster: "I'm sorry Jen, but as attracted as I am to you, I don't believe in pre-marital sex, and no matter what you say or do, is [sic] not going to convince me that it's right!" Jen spits, "Who said anything about sex?" climbing over him and getting out of the car. Ty clambers after her trying pitifully to justify himself: "Jen, I just mean that it's perfectly clear that with your history, kissing isn't just kissing! It leads to other things!" With fire in her eyes, Jen laces up Grams's special ass-kicking shoes: "My 'history'?" Ty says, "Jen, we're types of people. And just as I'm likely to be found in church on Sunday..." Jen concludes, "I'm more of a Saturday night slut." Ty says, "I didn't say that!" Jen replies, "Then how come I have never felt more like one?" and stomps off. Yeah, that shut him up. Take that to church on Sunday, why doncha.