Munch talks to the respectable gay hosts at the apartment where the party was held. "So -- the party get a little out of hand?" he asks. "Oh," says Respectable Host #1, "you hear 'gay' and 'party,' and naturally you think S&M orgy?" Well, probably, but then again, I have a horrible feeling that Munch is always thinking "S&M orgy" at any given moment. Anyway, from the looks of the Respectable Gay Apartment, it's clear that only the designer couch wears leather in this household. It turns out that the party-goers were all respectable and prominent members of the community, and the Respectable Hosts just knew Seth from the building's gym. He didn't hook up with anyone at the party -- "he unhooked, rather, from the good-looking blond gentleman he walked in the door with," says Respectable Host #2. They never got the name of Blond Gentleman, but he got upset when Seth started flirting with people (respectable people!) and they went out in the hall to talk. "Seth came back in, grabbed a beer, and then went out on the balcony -- we assume to cool off," says Respectable Host #1. "What happened on the roof was outside of our world," says Respectable Host #2. "This was a civilized gathering." Because gay people have the right to be boring, too.

Benson and Stabler are outside the building looking up at the balcony while the downstairs neighbor lady describes what she heard. "'Just stay out of my life!' he says, and then we hear a beer bottle smash right outside our window." Downstairs Lady (who has a downscale kind of accent) explains that her husband Jesse, who strongly resembles the Brawny Paper Towel Guy, is the weekend super. Mr. Brawny walks up and tells the detectives that he went up at 1:00 am to tell the party hosts to turn down the music, but he didn't see Seth. Okay, I know, so the real Brawny Guy would've been tall enough to peer into a third-story window, and the real Brawny Guy would have seen Seth because Brawny Guy sees all, and he would have handed the hosts a big beefy roll of paper towels for all their party spills. But we can't expect this to be like real life, okay? Mrs. Brawny tells them that after they heard the bottle smash they looked out and saw what had to be Blond Gentleman getting into a Lincoln Town Car -- "you know, the chauffeur-driven type?" Maybe Blond Gentleman is the Grey Poupon guy?