Note: Do you remember Future Tense? Drunken Joey is back. There's an old Latin saying which says: In vino veritas, that means, you when you're drunk, you speak the truth. Will this happen?

Pacey glanced at the passenger seat where Joey was with her best pout face. After her conversation with Dawson she came back to the party, dancing and drinking like he had never seen before. She even got him to dance with her for a while, making him pray for his soul whenever he felt her perfume or her body touching his, that means, all the time she was near him. At one point, he realized Dawson and Erin had gone, Jack was MIA, Audrey was making out with a guy that was on one of his classes, Jen was with Charlie and Joey…well, Joey was loaded with enough alcohol to set the place on fire, and he was not much sober himself, so he decided to take her home, before they both lose control of their actions.

"Here we are, Ms. Potter. What's the pout face for?" He asked, unfastening his seatbelt.

"I'm not talking to you." She answered, avoiding his eyes.

"Really?" He replied amused. "And why are you not talking to me?"

"You took me away from the party…" The pouting drunken tones in her voice making him want to laugh.

"I'm kind sleepy and we both have to work tomorrow. Audrey was making out, Jen and Charlie were on their way to his place, and Jack was MIA, so I was the only one available to bring you back home safe."

He was more than surprised when he heard her giggling.

"Jack is gonna get laid…" she said singing.

"And how do you know that, Jo?"

"Duh…"She looked at him as if it was very obvious what she was saying. "He was with Rick."

"Rick? The same Rick from the band?" He couldn't believe he had been jealous…

"Yeah, Pace, that Rick… unless you know another one…" She rolled her eyes.

He looked at her; she had a devious smile on her face.

"Are you telling me I was jealous about a gay guy?"

"Ha, I knew it...you just admitted you were jealous. It was so funny…" she said laughing.

He shook his head not believing in her, but soon he was laughing with her. He climbed off the car, opening the door on her side for her to do the same.

"C'mon, party girl.  Time to go to bed."

"Are you taking me to bed?" She smiled, poking her head out of the car.

"Joey, you are too drunk  ..."

"You're no fun, Mr. Witter, and I'm not drunk!" she climbed off the car, her face full of indignation, but she tripped, almost falling"Maybe just a little…"

"A little? Potter, you had half of the liquor they had there…"

"Pacey, I don't feel so good now."

"Really? Guess what? You'll be even worse tomorrow. C'mon, I'll help you."

"Pace?" She looked at him with puppy dog eyes." I can't walk on my own feet."

"No way, Potter, I'm not carrying you."

"Please?"

"Don't gimme the eyes, it's not gonna work."

She threw her arms around his neck; she knew he was almost giving in.

"Please? I'm so tired, Pace."

"Uh-uh. You're gonna walk." He put his arm round her waist, supporting her and she had to tag along, unwillingly.

"Potter, c'mon, we're almost there."

"I'm tired." She whined.

"Ok, ok" He picked her up, and she put her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder, putting her back on the floor when they reached her door, trying to ignore his feelings. She opened the door, after fumbling for a while in her bag for her keys and entered the room, plopping on her bed. He followed her, not so sure why he was doing that. He looked at her for a second she had her eyes closed, but he knew she wasn't sleeping yet.

"Jo, why did you drink so much?" He sat on the bed beside her.

"No, Pace, don't Dawson on me." She opened her eyes facing him.

"Dawson on you?"

"Yeah, Dawson on me, you know, try to analyze every different thing I do as something from a Twilight Zone episode. I just wanted to have fun." She smiled, closing her eyes again. "And I had lots of fun tonight."

"That you did, Jo." God, he wanted to kiss her so badly, she looked so adorable in her drunken state, eyes closed, a smile on her lips. Suddenly she opened her eyes, and stood up.

"What's wrong, Jo?'

"I need to change my clothes." She tried to stay, but she was feeling really dizzy.

"Joey, lay back, I'll help you." He went to her dresser, not so surprised to find one of his missing hockey jerseys in her drawer. "Think this is not yours, Potter."

"Of course it is."

"Joey, it's written Witter in it."

"You gave it to me, silly."

"I don't remember doing that…"

"Pacey, it's called ex- girlfriend's memorabilia."

He turned around with his, better, her jersey, to find her free of her shirt and fighting with her pants. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat at the sight.

"Stop ogling me. You have seen me naked before."

"I've gotta go, Joey, or I won't be able to control myself around you and that's not a good thing." He exhaled loudly.

She took the jersey from his hands, dressing it and removing her pants, sitting again on her bed and she looked at him, whispering.

"And if I don't want you to go?"

"Jo, we both agreed we have to step back and…" He kneeled in front of her, trying to fight temptation.

"Pacey, has anyone told you that you talk way too much?" she cupped his face, kissing him.

The small amount of self control he had was thrown away when he felt her lips on his. He felt her tongue against his, dueling for dominance, her taste, mixed with alcohol, but still her taste. He let go from her mouth, kissing her neck, nipping her earlobe, his hands touching her body through the shirt, and for the second time that day, they were again on a bed, trying to feel as much as they could of each other. He felt her taking off his shirt, but he stopped her when her hands reached his pants.

"Wait, Jo."

"What, Pace?" Her eyes full of desire.

"We have to stop."

"Why?" She pouted.

"First, 'cause I don't have condoms here with me and second, I don't wanna make love to you after so long when you're drunk and won't remember exactly what we did and worse, will regret it."

"You're still my night in a shinning armor, huh?" She whispered, kissing him softly.

"Jo, you're killing me here."

"But are you still staying with me?"

"I don't think I should." He started, but when he saw the sad look she gave him, he agreed." Ok, but you have to behave yourself and try to keep your hands off me, ok?" He didn't resist to his need to kiss her again.

"Ok, but can you keep your hands off me?" She provoked, kissing the spot between his ear and his neck.

"Jo, if you do that again, I'll go."

"Ok, ok…"She smiled. He got up, took off his pants and only in his boxers he joined her in her bed, putting the comforters over them and soon she settled in his arms, her head on his shoulder. They remained silent for a while, but he turned his head to she was laughing uncontrollably.

"What's so funny, Jo?"

"We are pathetic, you know. We couldn't resist each other for 24 hours." She stopped laughing.

"We are pathetic; I have to agree with you." He kissed her forehead and let out a huge yawn. "Try to sleep, sweetie." He smiled when he saw she had already drifted off, knowing his was in for a long night.