At the hotel, Bryce is spiffed up and taunting Chuck. The two exchange some polite banter about the Buy More, Macbooks and such. And then the topic turns to Sarah. Bryce is staying in Sarah's room to protect his cover, of course. Then he tells Chuck that he hopes that Chuck didn't blur the lines and fall for the smoking hot agent. As if! Atta boy, Chuck. Keep your chin up. Sarah comes out of the bathroom, she looks stunning. Chuck tries to avoid eye contact and basically runs out of the world in a frantic state.

At the fancy Hayes birthday shindig, the Andersons are all about the PDAs. Chuck looks on sadly. Casey's stuck in the truck spouting out orders to Chuck. He sends him to table eight to see if he flashes on anything. But Sarah in her stunning red or salmon (depending on who you ask) dress, dancing with Bryce and stealing the spotlight distracts Chuck. What Chuck doesn't get to hear is the nitpicking that's going on between Bryce and Sarah under their breath as he spins her around. Frankly, she does this booty shake and I'm distracted for a minute. What are they doing here again? Oh, right, Chuck's supposed to try and flash on Hayes. He pours champagne for the birthday boy, but his eye wanders to the sexiness unfolding on the dance floor, and he soaks Hayes. But still no flashes.

As Chuck tries to get a replacement beverage, he shares a conversation with a nameless waiter, who is also admiring the lambada. (The forbidden dance!) Chuck just stares vacantly. Bryce and Sarah exchange intel that they are gathering during their steamy spins. Then they start making out, much to Chuck's chagrin. He drops the bottle of wine he's holding. Hayes is pissed -- it was a thousand-dollar bottle -- and wonders if Chuck was dropped on his head. It's a possibility. Chuck gets fired. But just then a mystery lady from Fulcrum walks up to talk to Hayes. Chuck sees her from the back, but he recognizes her voice and flashes on a burn notice. Now we're getting somewhere, but the head waiter grabs Chuck and tosses him out.