Back at the Shack, Nikki's blitzed and making an ass of herself. Cliff marvels to Johnny about how that girl can really throw 'em back, which sends Johnny off looking for her. She manages to stagger her way over to the Club party, however, and she's up on the stage slurring "Route 66" by the time Johnny (with Jessie Jo's help) retrieves her. Sharon Lawrence is just scandalized, in her best Blanche Deveraux, and Johnny's mom and Bob are still talking about the drunk girl when they return home...to find Johnny and Greta holding Nikki's hair back as she ralphs into a trash can. Once Nikki is settled -- she admits she hasn't had three straight days of sobriety since rehab -- and the 'rents are placated, Johnny sees Greta out, and they finally kiss. And we at home are treated to an orthodontist's-eye view of the whole thing, which is nice. Still, number of people who have had sex in two episodes of this sexy summer soap: 0.
Finally, Johnny retires to his room where he's met by another communication from his mysterious IM buddy. "08Nova" sends a hyperlink that Johnny clicks and up pops a video of someone in a superfreaky scary mask. It's half The Joker and half Satan and all cree-pee. Creepier still, Johnny notices from the architecture in the room that it looks like whoever filmed this video filmed it in Johnny's own room. Then the guy whips off his mask and reveals that he's Dead Eddie! And he's played by J.D. Pardo, which just makes me miss Drive. He introduces himself to Johnny and says, "Welcome to my world." The world of the unflattering blue-tinted key lights?
Next week? Cliff keeps getting pummeled about the face. Leave the face alone, people!