Meanwhile, at the World Awkwardness Dance, folks are grooving to the funky beat. Rickie and Corey are chatting over on the bleachers. Corey. The guy with the rainbow sneakers. Rickie is finishing up a funny story. We know it's funny because Corey says, "You're, like, really funny." Then he says, "Where's Rayanne?" The other brightly-painted shoe drops. Rickie's face falls: "She didn't call you?" She didn't call him. Rickie breaks the news that Graffy-Taffy will not be in attendance, and Corey, ever the poet, muses: "It's just weird, you know? When you have a picture of how something's gonna be, and it turns out completely different." Rickie says, "Yeah. It is weird." His heart breaks, audible even over the funky beat.
Brian and Angela have arrived. BVO: "Okay, this is the simplest thing in the world. People do it every day. Just start a conversation." Brian says, "Wow. Awkward pause." Angela asks him to get a drink for her, and he scampers off to do his master's bidding, much like Xander on the season premiere of Buffy. I will defend this as a reasonable parallel, because lord knows that if Angela asked Brian to eat spiders, or especially if she wanted to give him the funny syphilis, he'd be right there. He's her butt monkey. But I digress.
Slow song. Angela takes a lap before committing to a location. She greets a passing Corey (shoes, colors). She spots Rickie, dejected and alone up in the bleachers. Rickie heads over to Brian, by the punch bowl, to ask if he's there with Angela as friends or as, like, you know, a thing. Brian tells Rickie to keep his distance, implying that the latter is true. Rickie, though he must know that this is a lie, is too polite to call out the Krak-head, and pretends to give his blessing to this unholy union. Rickie stares into his punch. He probably sees his own sad visage staring back at him, from the misty blood-red depths of that plastic cup. What a world.