Super Fancy Film School For People Who Need To Be In Boston For Purposes Of The Plot. Joey and Dawson walk through the halls, Dawson yammering about how he finally feels like he's really fitting in at school, blah blee blah blah. Joey cracks that now he's pretentious like all the rest of the film geeks ("now"?), and he chuckles and then starts talking about French New Wave again and Joey just stares at him blankly. "You used to know this stuff," Dawson finishes lamely. Joey admits that she was faking so he would be impressed with her. Dawson stares at her, then cracks up and tells her that she's "way more of a girl" than he previously suspected. She's retorting that he's way more into French cinema than she previously suspected when he points across the room at Creepy and some woman. He asks Joey if that isn't her English professor. Joey swiftly conceals her stricken expression and nonchalantly confirms this. Dawson eyes her, and tentatively wonders if she wants to go over and say hello. "Let's not," Joey snaps. She glowers in Creepy's direction as she and Dawson take their seats. "Okaaaaaay," Dawson drawls, but leaves it at that.
Bar. Jack. Pacey. Lots of other guys. Pacey and Jack sidle up to the bar and get some brewskis. Pacey isn't sure if they ought to be "doing this," given Jack's "recent track record" with the old bottle. What if they run into one of his erstwhile frat brothers? Jack snorts and says that they're not likely to run into any members of Sigma Ew in this particular bar. Pacey shrugs, and says that he digs this watering hole. Cheap drinks! Late-night munchies! "Only problem is, there's not a lot of women here," he says. Jack swallows a guffaw. He smiles at Pacey. Pacey smiles back. "Jack," he begins, "this wouldn't happen to be a ?" Jack takes a sip of his beer. "Yeah, pretty much," he says. "That much, huh?" Pacey says. Jack nods and looks proud of himself. "It doesn't seem like it's all that " Pacey begins. "Gay?" Jack prompts. "That's why I like it. Because I'm not really all that gay. Hell, Pacey, I'm not gay at all. I'm getting married, as a matter of fact, did you hear that? Married! To a woman!" Then he excuses himself to powder his nose, but turns back en route to the bathroom, and asks Pacey if it bothers him to be in a gay bar. Pacey shrugs. "Like I've never been in a gay bar before!" he says. Jack smirks and takes off. "How YOU doin'?" some random guy asks, slinking by Pacey. Pacey stutters something incomprehensible.