Jen played with a curl of hair, trying to get it to stay where she pinned it. Having no clue what Pacey had in mind, she'd decided to pull her hair back. For some reason, though, she couldn't help wanting it to look good. There, she smiled at her reflection. Perfect. Or, at least, as close as she could get to it. She wore light makeup, accentuating her lips specifically. Since he'd told her to wear something she could get dirty, she'd chosen a maroon t-shirt with a low v-neck and a pair of old jean shorts. Nothing too special, but still nice. She glanced down at her freshly painted nails, examining them for any flaws. All she needed now was a sweatshirt, and him.

"Hey Lindley, you want to be ready some time this century?" Pacey called up the stairs. Mrs. Ryan had let him in on her way out saying that Jennifer was still upstairs getting ready.

She smiled widely at the sound of his voice. "Patience, Pacey." She called back, leaning against the counter for no other reason than to make him wait.

“I’ve been patient for the past ten minutes. What the hell is taking you so long?”

"I want to look my best," she said airily.

He sighed picking an imaginary piece of lint off his jacket. “Not a problem Lindley, you always look beautiful.”

She smiled and opened the door. "You said the magic words, Pace." She smirked and walked down the stairs to meet him.

“Took you long enough,” Pacey muttered upon hearing her footsteps on the stairs.

"Would you like some cheese with your whine?" She taunted, grabbing her dark blue sweatshirt. It was still too warm to put it on, so she tied it around her waist.

“Hey, do you feel like staying home?” he asked with a smile lifting his head to her.

She arched an eyebrow, "And you call that a date?"

He smirked. “Hello Miss Ungrateful.”

She shook her head, "No staying in. I'm all prepared to get down and dirty with you." She paused, giving him a look. "In a way that doesn't involve removal of any clothing."

“Well, in that case I better hurry up and come up with something different quick.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed her wallet and keys. "Let's go, Witter." She hooked her arm through his, "The day's a wastin'."

He smiled down at her leading her out the door. “Gotta love a forceful woman.”

"You'd love any kind of woman, Pace." She told him, making sure the door was shut behind them.

He looked thoughtful a moment before concedi