Shaker Shack. Elispa walks into the kitchen in a navy-blue bellbottom pantsuit, looking like the product of an unholy union between Shaft and Judith Light. She checks the contents of various empty cereal boxes, tossing each aside and saying, "Mikey." The knuckle-scraper himself stumbles down from the Lecher Loft scratching himself. They have a terse exchange wherein she asks if he's seen her keys and he says he hasn't seen the floor since he moved in. She locates the keys and exits, just as Mikey finds her discarded banana peel and says, "Dude!"
Here's a familiar scene: Jill watches morosely as his key is copied in a hardware store, while Mikey, Arch Enemy of Commitment, recites an epic catalogue of risks he's taking in doing so. Jill protests that a key is just a key, but Mikey insists that "it's a symbol," and that "next thing you know she'll be stealing your favorite sweatshirt and taking the messages off your machine, and BAM! She's got one of your drawers." Um, Mikey, if you'd been paying attention you'd know that Jack got into Jill's drawers back in February, so you're a little behind the curve. But carry on, by all means. "Once you give Jack that key," he drones, in a voice dripping with foreboding, "you're giving her an all-access pass to your entire life! And she willuse that pass, bro!" It's anyone's guess why Simon Rex parts his hair somewhere centimeters above his left ear, in a part zone heretofore utilized only by bald men attempting comb-overs. Perhaps there are some truths about Romeo best left unknown. "I'll have a pass, too," Jill says. Mikey asks what he's going to do with it and Jill gets flustered, whining, "Wait, are we talking symbolically, or for real? I'm confused here." Mikey hands him the finished key, uttering the menacing non sequitur, "You feeling me now?" Jill pouts.