And now, it's time for this week's Awkward and Forced Liza/Johnny Interactio. This time around, it's the truly embarrassing and clichéd, "Hey, can you rub this sun-block on my back?" gambit. He asks her about Eddie, but she says they ran in different circles, her circle being one of her own isolation and loneliness. Johnny's all, "I don't believe in circles," which I totally want on a t-shirt or something. The back could say "...And I don't much trust a rhombus."
At the poolside bar, Cliff buys Nikki a virgin daiquiri before noticing Travis scamming on some young blonde with tales of how he used to play for the NFL. And since Travis has the balls to transition from this to asking Cliff to remind the bartender that it's cool for him to charge drinks to Tess's tab, I don't feel the least bit bad for him when Cliff loudly and enthusiastically regales the bar with the tale of how Travis got cut by the Dolphins in training camp and never played an NFL game. "You really should Google yourself sometime," Cliff beams. I do love that sociopath. Greta, from afar, gives Cliff and Nikki the stinkeye and then moodily tells Johnny she's taking off. They talk about something or another -- it's Johnny and Greta so I'm sure it wasn't interesting, and I was too busy wondering just how low they plan to let Taylor Handley's shorts hang on his hips while on broadcast television.
Johnny and Nikki decide to spend her last night in Palm Springs at home, and she fucks with the IM stalker a bit, just for fun. They get to talking about Dumb Moody Greta, and Nikki convinces Johnny to go out and find her and talk this weirdness out. Johnny takes off just in time for Nikki's obnoxious friends to show up, unannounced, and throw a bitchin' house party. Johnny tracks Greta down at her house and asks her to tell him about the deal with her and Cliff and Eddie. She's all tortured but ultimately clams up, so Johnny stalks off, and the general sense of nobody caring is palpable.
Nikki and her drunk hoochie friends goofily seduce Cliff from the bedroom window, which gets him to hop on over to the house party. He acts all flirty and Cliff-like until Nikki pops a quick peck on his lips, at which point he kind of tenses up and looks weirded out. I'll file that one away. At some point, the party goes from being Nikki's L.A. friends only to a Palm Springs-wide raging kegger. Even Liza gets invited. Nikki ends up getting maudlin out on the patio -- like, if Cliff wanted maudlin he'd be with Greta, okay? Speaking of which, Little Miss No-fun-shine is back to weeping over her home videos, this one clearly indicating that Soon-To-Be-Dead Eddie was being tormented by a Terrible Secret.