Marin is sleeping in the Presidential Suite when Liza comes back, a gentleman caller in tow. As she opens the door, there's all the giggling and shushing that usually accompany a hookup in the campus pub, which is kind of unseemly from a woman in her thirties. Liza drunkenly orders her paramour, "Don't wake my sister," but from the bed, Marin crabbily brays, "Too late!" Liza breathlessly apologizes, promising that they're just saying goodnight, and kisses the dude smackily, adding that she'll see him "ma-NAN-ya." Yeah, she put the tilde on the wrong "N," if that was supposed to be "mañana," but I'll chalk that up to her being drunk rather than stupid. Liza simpers into the room, gushing about her newest friend, asking if Marin doesn't think he's "dreamy." Marin bitches, "Dreaming would be dreamy," saying that she's barely slept since Liza came to town. Nap during the day when she's out playing Quarters! I'm just saying, plan ahead. Liza says that she's barely slept herself: "This town is crazy!" Marin goes on to educate Liza about which door is appropriate for a goodnight -- the front door at the Inn, in case you were wondering, not the door to the room. Snuggling up next to Marin in bed, Liza says, "I said I was sorry" -- and she did, but it was "sorry sorry sorry!" which is...you know, not so apologetic or sincere. Marin announces that they can't share a room, and Liza incredulously asks, with a laugh, where she's supposed to go. Marin says she doesn't know, but that she'll figure something out. Why can't Liza figure something out herself? She's certainly making lots of man-friends; none of them has a couch?
Well, apparently Marin's decided that she's the one who needs to do the mooching: she shows up at Jack's front door in the middle of the night, pillow in her arms, and says, by way of explanation, "This wasn't my first choice. But there is literally no room at the Inn, and Patrick is with Annie, and I can't let Liza be Liza anymore, and I am desperate." "'Desperate'?" asks Jack, with what may be a hopeful leer. "Desperate for sleep," Marin clarifies. Jack, amused, says that his guest room is where he keeps all his traps: "But since you brought your own pillow..." Marin hurries in, beaming. Okay, here are my other suggestions that don't involve inconveniencing a booty call: sleeping in Sara's room, since we know she doesn't live at the Inn. Sleeping in Patrick's room, if Marin knows he's at Annie's. Sleeping on the couch that's probably in the lobby of the Inn. Sleeping at Ben's, since he has eight million rooms. I'm just saying.