The Vodka burned as it slid down Dawson's throat. He gritted his teeth
firmly as the alcohol surged through his system and inebriated his senses.
Funny, he thought, alcohol doesn't take away the pain of heartbreak.
A drunk Dawson bumped into a couple making out on the living room dance floor. They looked at him awkwardly but quickly went back to dancing and kissing. Dawson tried to ignore their public display of affection but his drunkenness was in complete control. He suddenly took the girl by the arm and brought her face close to his.
"You're not sneaking behind yuurr boyfriend's back, are ya?" he asked in a drunken slur.
The girl was completely taken by surprise and so was the guy she was making out with. The girl's boyfriend quickly shoved Dawson back. Dawson had no control of his bodily functions so he stumbled over a living room table and senselessly crashed to the wood floor. The guy was about to pursue Dawson further but Jenn quickly grabbed the guy by his wrist.
"Cut the guy some slack, muscle head. He's drunk and fighting with some kind of turmoil." she informed.
"Well just tell him to keep his hands off my girlfriend or I'll kick his ass!" retorted the guy firmly.
Dawson tried to get up from the floor but he couldn't find the strength. Meanwhile, the couple went back to dancing and making out. Jenn shook her head at Dawson who was still struggling to get up.
"What's gotten into you Dawson?" asked Jenn as she pulled him from the floor.
"Thanksss Jenn. You were always a good friend. You were a lousy girlfriend but a good friend."
"Thanks, I think."
"I need more Vodka!" shouted Dawson as he headed for the alcohol table.
Jenn quickly grabbed Dawson by the arm and held him back. Dawson didn't struggle but he pouted as Jenn led him to a couch.
"You NEED to sit down and sober up."
"You're right Jenn. You're a good friend, not like Joey or Pacey." replied Dawson, hugging Jenn close.
Jenn patted Dawson on the back and gently rested him on the couch. She was about to ask him what happened but a drunk Andie darted into the room, and shouted for joy when she saw Dawson.
"Dawson!" shouted Andie as she plopped onto his lap.
Dawson laughed drunkenly and hugged Andie close.
"Hey Andie, what's ya up to?"
"Not much, just getting drunk." she giggled.
"Me too." laughed Dawson.
"Isn't it fun?"
"Oh yeah...I feel gaaaaraate."
Jenn was still having trouble grasping the fact that Andie and Dawson were drunk. She stared blankly at the two as they chatted drunkenly. Suddenly, Matt Caulfield walked into the room and when he saw Andie, he smiled. Jenn could tell he was drunk as well.
"Andie, what happened? I thought we were going up stairs?" asked Matt, as he slid onto the couch next to her.
Jenn sighed in relief. Henry had done his job. Jenn volunteered to keep an eye on Dawson and asked Henry to watch Andie. Henry had managed to pull Andie away from Matt.
"Hey Matt. Have you met my friend Dawson?" asked Andie, hugging Dawson's neck.
Matt stared at Dawson for a minute and smiled.
"Oh yeah, the film geek. Yeah I know him."
Dawson didn't reply. He was too drunk to care about Matt Caulfield. All Dawson wanted to do was get some more alcohol. Suddenly, his attention was grabbed by the three people would entered the house. It was Jack, Joey, and Pacey.
Hard rain pelted against the house windows.
Joey looked around the house in distaste and slowly eased through the rooms. Pacey followed her and nodded to a few of the people he passed. Meanwhile, Jack quickly saw Andie and rushed up to her.
"Andie, what the hell are you doing?" he asked.
"HIYA Jackers, what's going on?" she replied, waving at her brother.
"Hey McPhee, how was your gay, I mean how was your day?" laughed Caulfield, while wrapping his arm around Andie.
"Shut up Matt!" warned Jack, pulling his sister from the couch, "Come on Andie, we're going home."
Andie quickly jerked away from Jack. She glared at him angrily.
"I'm not leaving anywhere with you! Leave me alone!"
Dawson gazed at Jack and Andie. He didn't want to be around while they argued so he decided to leave and get himself something to drink. Dawson quickly got up from the couch and entered the kitchen. That was when he saw Joey and Pacey..together. They were talking to each other and the sight made Dawson extremely angry.
"Hey backstabbers! What are you doing here?"
Joey and Pacey turned to Dawson and looked at him in shock.
"Dawson?! What are YOU doing here?" asked Joey in surprise.
"What do you care?" slurred Dawson in anger.
"Are you drunk?"
"Maybe I am.and maybe I am." he replied with a laugh.
"Real smart Dawson. What do you think your parents are going to say when you come home drunk?" asked Pacey, shaking his head.
Dawson turned to Pacey and shot a glare of fury at him. Pacey stared back but in pity.
"Well if it isn't my "BEST-FRIEND" Pacey? Well Pacey, why don't you tell me what they'll say?"
"Look man, you're drunk and obviously belligerent, so you might just want to walk away." warned Pace.
Dawson shoved Pacey and spat in his face. Pacey quickly wiped the spit from his nose but managed to keep his cool. He's drunk Pacey, he told himself, don't do anything rash.
"Stop it Dawson! You need to go home!" cried Joey, stepping between him and Pacey.
"NO Joey! I know what I need! I NEED YOU! Can't you see I love you? We're soul mates. What we have to soooooo special. Pacey is a nothing!"
Tears stung at Joey's eyes but she repressed them. Meanwhile, a crowd of people entered the kitchen, wondering who was shouting. They all stared at her, Dawson, and Pacey in confusion. Meanwhile, the three of them were on the verge of tears.
"Dawson, we'll talk about this more tomorrow. Right now you need to go home and get some sleep. Pacey and I will take you home." pleaded Joey.
"The hell you will! I'm not going anywhere with that backstabber!" shouted Dawson, pointing directly at Pacey.
Pacey felt terrible. He wanted to crawl under a rock and die. His best- friend hated him, all because of a girl. Pacey swallowed down the pain and kept his distance from Dawson. He wasn't sure what Dawson was capable of and he didn't want to be responsible for fighting with a drunk guy.
"Dawson, I'm begging. Let us take you home." cried Joey, latching on to Dawson's shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" shouted Dawson, jerking away from her.
Joey stepped back and tears rolled down her cheeks. The mass of people in the kitchen stared in interest as Dawson headed back for the alcohol. Joey turned to Pacey with fear in her eyes.
"We can't let him drink anymore." she informed.
"Well what do you want me to do about it Joe? He doesn't exactly want to talk to me right now."
"We have to try Pacey. He might hurt himself if he drinks too much."
"But Joe.."
"Please Pacey. I can't help but think this is our fault."
Joey stared powerfully into Pacey's eyes and his defenses crumbled. He had no choice but to do want she wanted.
"Alright Joe." sighed Pacey, as he followed after Dawson.
Dawson poured himself another shot of Vodka and slammed it quickly. He shook his head fiercely and turned to see who was around. Andie was still arguing with Jack and the scene bugged Dawson. He hated to see them fight so he'd figured he help the situation by separating them. Dawson smiled and went to Jack and Andie.
"Come Andie, let's dance!"
Andie smiled at her friend. He was a God-sent by pulling her away from her brother Jack.
"Ok Dawson!" she said happily, placing her hand into his.
"Hold on Andie, we're leaving!" shouted Jack.
"I told you I'm not going anywhere with you!" snapped Andie, as Dawson led her out to the dance floor.
Dawson and Andie were completely wasted when they started dancing. Their moves were sloppy and exaggerated, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves. The music was powerful and sexy, and the two of them groped each as they danced.
Pacey stepped into the living room and saw them dancing. The sight was kind of unnerving but Pacey shook it off. He quickly stepped up to Dawson and Andie. Jack watched in awe as Pacey interrupted their dancing.
"Ok you two, I know you don't want to come with me but I promise you'll thank me in the morning." stated Pacey, trying hard to hide his aggravation.
The punch was solid despite the fact Dawson was inebriated. His fist connected squarely to Pacey's eye. Pace fell backwards, crashed into another dancing couple, and all three of them dropped to the floor. Thunder echoed from outside as Dawson laughed at the sight.
"I told you I do go anywhere with backstabbers! I'd rather die!" he shouted.
Andie stared in awe at Pacey and then turned to Dawson.
"Nice shot." she said.
"Thank you." replied Dawson with pride.
Pacey's covered his eye and tried hard to withstand the pain. His first impulse was to tackle Dawson to the ground and beat the ever living shit out of him. However, that wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do at the moment. Pacey growled in anger. Thankfully, Jack quickly rushed to his aid and helped him up. The couple quickly got to their feet and backed to the wall. The tension in the room was electric.
A large group of teenagers rushed into the living room including Jenn, Henry, and Joey. Some of them had seen the punch and hoped to see more. Joey tossed a glance from Jack and Pacey to Dawson and Andie. It was obvious what had happened. Her mouth dropped. Jenn and Henry were shocked as well. It wasn't like Dawson to fight.
"Out of the way people," laughed Matt as he squeezed through the crowd, "give them some room to fight."
"Drop dead, Caulfield!" shouted Joey in utter hate.
"Oh Joey Potter, how you sting me?" retorted Matt sarcastically.
"Get out of here." warned Jack, his fists balled.
Several of the Capeside Minutemen stood behind Jack, warning revealed in their eyes.
"Alright, sheesh. You act like I threw the punch. What do you say Andie, Dawson; you two want to go for a ride in my new Explorer?" asked Matt, holding up his keys.
The two nodded in delight. Jack's eyes opened in horror.
"You're out of your mind if you think I'm gonna let you leave with my sister!" he shouted.
"Well Jack, last time I checked it was a free country. She can do whatever the hell she wants."
"You're drunk Caulfield and I'm not letting you take Andie or Dawson with you!"
"Try and stop me, fairy boy!"
Jack approached Matt, his fist raised. Suddenly, a frightened guy rushed into the living room.
"Hey guys, the police are on their way! The neighbors called the cops. We have to get out of here!"
Suddenly, there was a mass of Capeside students shouting and rushing out the doors. It was chaos and no one saw as Matt, Dawson, and Andie rushed for the Explorer.
To Be Continued..
A drunk Dawson bumped into a couple making out on the living room dance floor. They looked at him awkwardly but quickly went back to dancing and kissing. Dawson tried to ignore their public display of affection but his drunkenness was in complete control. He suddenly took the girl by the arm and brought her face close to his.
"You're not sneaking behind yuurr boyfriend's back, are ya?" he asked in a drunken slur.
The girl was completely taken by surprise and so was the guy she was making out with. The girl's boyfriend quickly shoved Dawson back. Dawson had no control of his bodily functions so he stumbled over a living room table and senselessly crashed to the wood floor. The guy was about to pursue Dawson further but Jenn quickly grabbed the guy by his wrist.
"Cut the guy some slack, muscle head. He's drunk and fighting with some kind of turmoil." she informed.
"Well just tell him to keep his hands off my girlfriend or I'll kick his ass!" retorted the guy firmly.
Dawson tried to get up from the floor but he couldn't find the strength. Meanwhile, the couple went back to dancing and making out. Jenn shook her head at Dawson who was still struggling to get up.
"What's gotten into you Dawson?" asked Jenn as she pulled him from the floor.
"Thanksss Jenn. You were always a good friend. You were a lousy girlfriend but a good friend."
"Thanks, I think."
"I need more Vodka!" shouted Dawson as he headed for the alcohol table.
Jenn quickly grabbed Dawson by the arm and held him back. Dawson didn't struggle but he pouted as Jenn led him to a couch.
"You NEED to sit down and sober up."
"You're right Jenn. You're a good friend, not like Joey or Pacey." replied Dawson, hugging Jenn close.
Jenn patted Dawson on the back and gently rested him on the couch. She was about to ask him what happened but a drunk Andie darted into the room, and shouted for joy when she saw Dawson.
"Dawson!" shouted Andie as she plopped onto his lap.
Dawson laughed drunkenly and hugged Andie close.
"Hey Andie, what's ya up to?"
"Not much, just getting drunk." she giggled.
"Me too." laughed Dawson.
"Isn't it fun?"
"Oh yeah...I feel gaaaaraate."
Jenn was still having trouble grasping the fact that Andie and Dawson were drunk. She stared blankly at the two as they chatted drunkenly. Suddenly, Matt Caulfield walked into the room and when he saw Andie, he smiled. Jenn could tell he was drunk as well.
"Andie, what happened? I thought we were going up stairs?" asked Matt, as he slid onto the couch next to her.
Jenn sighed in relief. Henry had done his job. Jenn volunteered to keep an eye on Dawson and asked Henry to watch Andie. Henry had managed to pull Andie away from Matt.
"Hey Matt. Have you met my friend Dawson?" asked Andie, hugging Dawson's neck.
Matt stared at Dawson for a minute and smiled.
"Oh yeah, the film geek. Yeah I know him."
Dawson didn't reply. He was too drunk to care about Matt Caulfield. All Dawson wanted to do was get some more alcohol. Suddenly, his attention was grabbed by the three people would entered the house. It was Jack, Joey, and Pacey.
Hard rain pelted against the house windows.
Joey looked around the house in distaste and slowly eased through the rooms. Pacey followed her and nodded to a few of the people he passed. Meanwhile, Jack quickly saw Andie and rushed up to her.
"Andie, what the hell are you doing?" he asked.
"HIYA Jackers, what's going on?" she replied, waving at her brother.
"Hey McPhee, how was your gay, I mean how was your day?" laughed Caulfield, while wrapping his arm around Andie.
"Shut up Matt!" warned Jack, pulling his sister from the couch, "Come on Andie, we're going home."
Andie quickly jerked away from Jack. She glared at him angrily.
"I'm not leaving anywhere with you! Leave me alone!"
Dawson gazed at Jack and Andie. He didn't want to be around while they argued so he decided to leave and get himself something to drink. Dawson quickly got up from the couch and entered the kitchen. That was when he saw Joey and Pacey..together. They were talking to each other and the sight made Dawson extremely angry.
"Hey backstabbers! What are you doing here?"
Joey and Pacey turned to Dawson and looked at him in shock.
"Dawson?! What are YOU doing here?" asked Joey in surprise.
"What do you care?" slurred Dawson in anger.
"Are you drunk?"
"Maybe I am.and maybe I am." he replied with a laugh.
"Real smart Dawson. What do you think your parents are going to say when you come home drunk?" asked Pacey, shaking his head.
Dawson turned to Pacey and shot a glare of fury at him. Pacey stared back but in pity.
"Well if it isn't my "BEST-FRIEND" Pacey? Well Pacey, why don't you tell me what they'll say?"
"Look man, you're drunk and obviously belligerent, so you might just want to walk away." warned Pace.
Dawson shoved Pacey and spat in his face. Pacey quickly wiped the spit from his nose but managed to keep his cool. He's drunk Pacey, he told himself, don't do anything rash.
"Stop it Dawson! You need to go home!" cried Joey, stepping between him and Pacey.
"NO Joey! I know what I need! I NEED YOU! Can't you see I love you? We're soul mates. What we have to soooooo special. Pacey is a nothing!"
Tears stung at Joey's eyes but she repressed them. Meanwhile, a crowd of people entered the kitchen, wondering who was shouting. They all stared at her, Dawson, and Pacey in confusion. Meanwhile, the three of them were on the verge of tears.
"Dawson, we'll talk about this more tomorrow. Right now you need to go home and get some sleep. Pacey and I will take you home." pleaded Joey.
"The hell you will! I'm not going anywhere with that backstabber!" shouted Dawson, pointing directly at Pacey.
Pacey felt terrible. He wanted to crawl under a rock and die. His best- friend hated him, all because of a girl. Pacey swallowed down the pain and kept his distance from Dawson. He wasn't sure what Dawson was capable of and he didn't want to be responsible for fighting with a drunk guy.
"Dawson, I'm begging. Let us take you home." cried Joey, latching on to Dawson's shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" shouted Dawson, jerking away from her.
Joey stepped back and tears rolled down her cheeks. The mass of people in the kitchen stared in interest as Dawson headed back for the alcohol. Joey turned to Pacey with fear in her eyes.
"We can't let him drink anymore." she informed.
"Well what do you want me to do about it Joe? He doesn't exactly want to talk to me right now."
"We have to try Pacey. He might hurt himself if he drinks too much."
"But Joe.."
"Please Pacey. I can't help but think this is our fault."
Joey stared powerfully into Pacey's eyes and his defenses crumbled. He had no choice but to do want she wanted.
"Alright Joe." sighed Pacey, as he followed after Dawson.
Dawson poured himself another shot of Vodka and slammed it quickly. He shook his head fiercely and turned to see who was around. Andie was still arguing with Jack and the scene bugged Dawson. He hated to see them fight so he'd figured he help the situation by separating them. Dawson smiled and went to Jack and Andie.
"Come Andie, let's dance!"
Andie smiled at her friend. He was a God-sent by pulling her away from her brother Jack.
"Ok Dawson!" she said happily, placing her hand into his.
"Hold on Andie, we're leaving!" shouted Jack.
"I told you I'm not going anywhere with you!" snapped Andie, as Dawson led her out to the dance floor.
Dawson and Andie were completely wasted when they started dancing. Their moves were sloppy and exaggerated, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves. The music was powerful and sexy, and the two of them groped each as they danced.
Pacey stepped into the living room and saw them dancing. The sight was kind of unnerving but Pacey shook it off. He quickly stepped up to Dawson and Andie. Jack watched in awe as Pacey interrupted their dancing.
"Ok you two, I know you don't want to come with me but I promise you'll thank me in the morning." stated Pacey, trying hard to hide his aggravation.
The punch was solid despite the fact Dawson was inebriated. His fist connected squarely to Pacey's eye. Pace fell backwards, crashed into another dancing couple, and all three of them dropped to the floor. Thunder echoed from outside as Dawson laughed at the sight.
"I told you I do go anywhere with backstabbers! I'd rather die!" he shouted.
Andie stared in awe at Pacey and then turned to Dawson.
"Nice shot." she said.
"Thank you." replied Dawson with pride.
Pacey's covered his eye and tried hard to withstand the pain. His first impulse was to tackle Dawson to the ground and beat the ever living shit out of him. However, that wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do at the moment. Pacey growled in anger. Thankfully, Jack quickly rushed to his aid and helped him up. The couple quickly got to their feet and backed to the wall. The tension in the room was electric.
A large group of teenagers rushed into the living room including Jenn, Henry, and Joey. Some of them had seen the punch and hoped to see more. Joey tossed a glance from Jack and Pacey to Dawson and Andie. It was obvious what had happened. Her mouth dropped. Jenn and Henry were shocked as well. It wasn't like Dawson to fight.
"Out of the way people," laughed Matt as he squeezed through the crowd, "give them some room to fight."
"Drop dead, Caulfield!" shouted Joey in utter hate.
"Oh Joey Potter, how you sting me?" retorted Matt sarcastically.
"Get out of here." warned Jack, his fists balled.
Several of the Capeside Minutemen stood behind Jack, warning revealed in their eyes.
"Alright, sheesh. You act like I threw the punch. What do you say Andie, Dawson; you two want to go for a ride in my new Explorer?" asked Matt, holding up his keys.
The two nodded in delight. Jack's eyes opened in horror.
"You're out of your mind if you think I'm gonna let you leave with my sister!" he shouted.
"Well Jack, last time I checked it was a free country. She can do whatever the hell she wants."
"You're drunk Caulfield and I'm not letting you take Andie or Dawson with you!"
"Try and stop me, fairy boy!"
Jack approached Matt, his fist raised. Suddenly, a frightened guy rushed into the living room.
"Hey guys, the police are on their way! The neighbors called the cops. We have to get out of here!"
Suddenly, there was a mass of Capeside students shouting and rushing out the doors. It was chaos and no one saw as Matt, Dawson, and Andie rushed for the Explorer.
To Be Continued..