The two cats from earlier approach, offering to buy them another round, setting off a giggling siren from G and a composed "No, thank you" from Serena. Georgina brightens immediately, taking on a shitty Russian accent: "Oh, my American girlfriend! So uptight, they think the drink lead to the sex!" Everybody laughs, and Serena becomes another girl, Nadine the Beauty Queen, crappy Southern accent out to here: "No, no, no, Ah wasn't being rude, Ah just didn't want to take anything if Ah couldn't offer anything in return." They assure her they'd be happy with just a dance, and Nadine begs off again, but Svetlana drags her to her feet. "Aw, this is what is the practice for. Come on, lady." On cue, they both shout, "Opa!" It's still just fun, just playing at being these girls; everything else was just paranoid fantasy, Georgina's not that scary, they have such a great history together, she understands her. It's just dancing and fake accents. And then G's phone rings.

Georgina turns away to answer it, nervously telling S it's nothing. "Uh, thank you for calling back." I love drunk Serena because she's such a huge supermodel of a girl, but only when she's drunk does the poise and grace go away and you see her flail around, this gorgeous Clydesdale of a girl, flopping her long arms and clomping her giant feet around; she innocently rips the phone out of G's hands and answers it. "Nadine the Beauty Queen, how can I help you?" The dude on the other end is unimpressed. "I don't have time for this. Do you want one or two G's?" G snatches the phone back, but the question has merit: all these girls you can be, S and G, Svetlana and Tiffany and Nadine Beauty Queen, all the girls she talks you into being: Can you stay S? Do you want one G? Or two?

Georgina grabs it back from her, suddenly serious, and S is disappointed. "Some dealer you know?" G looks down her nose at Serena and says she wasn't aware she was partying with her grandmother. Shaken and upset, S stands up to leave. One of the guys grabs her and she drunkenly tosses him off to leave the dancefloor; G looks after her sadly for a moment, then whoops excitedly when the guys drag her off to dance.