"Sometimes the stars align for two old friends to come together," says Gossip Girl, "But sometimes they align for two old flames to totally combust." Yet again I have no idea what she's fucking talking about, but onscreen there is Dan getting off the jitney and into a taxicab. "Wonder what the sky holds for S tonight: Friendship? Or fireworks?" ... But like are you asking or telling, because I foresee the fickle finger of fate finagling a few fireworks for these four old friends, Fossip Firl.
VITAMINS! WATER! WHITE! This party has it all. Neatly, when we head inside and away from the Jack Johnsonless poolside festivities, the annoying music gets quieter. Eric and Jenny walk through the house and Jenny plays it cool, which is to say rude: "Hey, thanks again for giving me another chance." Slap her. Slapherslapherslapher. Tossherinthepool. Do it. "Thanks for being worthy of it," he says graciously, but doesn't even look her in the eye as he says -- and you know he learned that maneuver from Mama -- "You know you're on probation, right?" They pass Laurel, who's putting her Gauloise out in a young seamstress's eye as she kisses some supermodel's ass, and Jenny nods while walking quickly away in a serpentine fashion so as to avoid getting hit by the cherry Laurel's surely just flicked at her head.