Radio Station Of My Pain. Audrey and The Beard are talking about Pacey. The Beard implores Audrey to pour her heart out to him, and swears that his advice will be totally neutral. Audrey rolls her eyes and recrosses her legs and lists off all the reasons that Pacey is "totally inappropriate," which is a very short list, and then finally explains her whole Bad Karma Theory, telling The Beard that she made a deal with God on Friday night, promising to give up Pacey if Joey was "really okay," following her mugging. Then she sighs that her relationship with Pacey is just too easy. And therefore, it wasn't right. The Beard doesn't point out that God isn't a bookie and doesn't make a whole lot of deals, but just says that maybe the ease of her relationship with Pacey is the sign she's been looking for. Audrey looks thoughtful. Whatever. Please, don't make Audrey and Pacey all mopey and whiney. Audrey is all I have to hold onto, my cheerful port in the storm of angst that is this stupid show. Please, don't take that away from me! Writers, are you listening? Hellllllllo? Crap.
Elsewhere, The Wig and Jen are still talking about The Music. And Passion. And Art. Christ, this entire arc is so stupid. Basically, Jen seems to be thinking about her relationship with Dawson, and whether it's sufficiently passionate. Let's move on.
Non-Gay Gay Bar. Food Critic and Pacey are still bantering. But Pacey has something to tell him. "I'm not totally totally, uh " he stutters. "Available?" Food Critic guesses. Pacey is all, yes! "You seem very together," Food Critic says, nodding at Jack. "And we are," Pacey says, throwing his arm around Jack. Jack just looks amused. Food Critic gets up and takes out his wallet. "If you guys ever break up, give me a call sometime," he says, and hands his card to Jack. Pacey's mouth drops open, so offended is he. "I think that I should be insulted on several levels," he yelps as soon as Food Critic is out of the frame. "Except you're not gay," Jack points out. Pacey says that he knows that, and Jack knows that, but Food Critic didn't. "So far as he's concerned, you're MY BOYFRIEND!" Pacey yells. Hee. Jack just chuckles.