And that's that. What last time? What feelings? Who cares, right? Jackson exits and Nelle enters. She remarks on the "weird chemical thing" she's been picking up on between Ling and Jackson. She asks what happened "that night." I assume she means the night Ling and Jackson had their one-night stand a long, long time ago, when Ling didn't even know Jackson's real name. Ling dramatically tells us that she "lost control." Nelle opines that losing control isn't really a reason to run from a man. Ling says, "Thank you, dear Blonde Abby, whose ideal man is online." Ooh, putdown! Wait...What color is Abigail VanBuren's wig, again?
The Bar. Vonda's singing with that constrained larynx of hers. Renee and Ally sit at a table and discuss the fact that Jackson's been pulling away from Renee. Cassandra sits alone until Richard walks up and starts with the wattle-fondling. She tries to give him the brush-off, but Richard informs her that John has given him the green light to hit on her. John walks up and asks what he missed. "Just this," says Cassandra, before giving John one of those girly socks in the face that looks really ineffective yet somehow manages to knock its victim to the ground. She stalks off, and Richard says, "Oh, buddy...What'd you say?"
The next morning, at Ally's apartment. Renee tells Ally that Jackson dumped her. Larry walks in and Ally asks him to beat up Jackson. Renee baby-voices, "Ally, stay out of it." Ally ignores her request and humiliates Renee by rehashing the situation in front of Larry. She practically bellows, "He was using you, Renee!" Then Renee is forced to admit that she wasn't using Jackson. Tough luck, Renee. Concentrate on making real friends first, and then maybe you can find a boyfriend who isn't an asshole.
Cassandra's hotel room. John knocks on the door with a big old phony black eye. Cassandra tells him, "Oh, my. If I'd known how even I'd gotten, I would have taken your phone calls." Huh? Whatever. I guess physical violence is supposed to be cute now. John starts to explain Richard's action. "Fine. You can go," she tells him. They babble about long-distance relationships and uncertainty. Their conversation makes no sense and resolves nothing. Cassandra tells John to help her with her luggage, not a moment to freaking soon for me.