Bonus, bonus, bonus! The winning band gets to play on a Bourbon Street balcony, and, as usual, a hundred and fifty beans. They also get an open bar while they play. The bands have to meet up at some place called Razzoo on Bourbon Street to get further instructions. HARLOW gets the news during their radio interview, which sucks for them. They can't win now. Fletcher wants to go right now: "Free booze?!" Heh.
Amanda doesn't feel like doing it at all. "Playing to a bunch of drunk, white, male tourists...I just didn't feel up to that sort of humiliation." Um, whatever. It's money and free booze. Just try for once, dammit! Chimene: "The whole 'equipment moving' thing is a real pain in the ass." What? That is such a lazy-ass thing to say. My god, you are in a band. Moving equipment is part of the job. Buck up, camper!
Over at Razzoo, Brandin and AP are shooting the shit. Brandin: "HARLOW isn't coming." AP: "Why not?" Brandin: "I think they got something else lined up." AP: "Once I heard 'free drinks,' I knew you guys would be all over it." Brandin gives him the "yeah, okay, you got me: we like to drink, you butthole, you reek like a septic tank" look, which makes me nearly pee myself. Awesome.
Okay, so the bands have to persuade a stranger to give them some Mardi Gras beads, and they have to hang them on the door of 232 Bourbon Street. First band wins performance blah blah blah.
Dominic gets some beads, but naturally, he's already wasted so he starts running in circles. Bob: "I heard some screaming and I look over and I see Dominic with some beads in his hands running down the street, and I'm like, 'Shit.'" Bob, don't shut up. Just die. Can't you let them have just one stinking break? You're beating them by well over $1200. You can't just show a little mercy and lighten up and enjoy yourself? You're such a dick. Dicky McDickdick. Dicker O'Dickegan. Bob, I've said a few times, and I'll say it again. You. Smell. Like. Poo. You are poo, Bob.