Ian sits down, and Susan slurs that she just wanted to tell him "what's really in [her] heart." As is so often the case with Susan, it's hard to look. Ian -- who, I guess, picked up an oyster somewhere back there -- takes a huge slurp of it right in Susan's face. Her face curdles and she makes a mad dash for the bathroom. The same party guest guy immediately returns to Ian's side just so that he can say how great Susan seems -- which is kind of weird; what, the guy was hovering four inches away, anxiously awaiting the moment when he could cast his vote about Susan? Ian agrees that Susan is, indeed, "delightful." Right on cue, the bathroom explodes with huge, epic sounds of barfing. (Wow, is she wired for sound in there?) Seconds later, an important-looking woman stumbles out of the bathroom. I guess Susan didn't quite make it to the toilet, seeing as it was otherwise occupied. In which case, why wasn't the door locked? Or maybe Ian is the kind of rich that has that separate sink chamber/foyer for the bathroom? Anyway, the woman is totally grossed out, and everyone at the party is staring. Blackout Susan lurches out of the bathroom and slurs an apology. Susan really does not look her best; I wouldn't even call this her D-game. Ian, about Susan's new hurl buddy: "I see you've met Judith." Susan does a Susan-y cringe-peep and retreats back into the bathroom.