At the fun party, Rayanne takes some pills in the bathroom and washes them down with beer. Rickie catches her and says, "Rayanne!" Rayanne says, "What? It's a party." This is, apparently, satisfactory.
At the lame party, Vivian is attempting to ruin Graham's chicken by sprinkling oregano into his curry sauce: "You can't go wrong with oregano. Oregano is the universal herb." Yeah. But curry is all about sex. Angela comes in and hugs her Grandma, who is a little taken aback by the kid's outfit. Then Vivian proceeds to undercut Patty's authority in every possible way ("Let her wear what she wants...she doesn't have to be here, go do your thing...why should she be stuck here when she has better plans?...You're missing your best friend's party?") Angela is especially put out when she learns that Grandpa isn't even coming, "That really makes sense." Then the scene gets really good:
Patty: "Rayanne is not your best friend."
Angela: "Mom, she is so my best friend. I'm sorry you hate her."
Vivian: "You hate her?"
Patty: "Mother, butt out."
Angela, under her breath: "Another fun-filled party at the Chase's."
Patty: "Oh, I apologize deeply that our house cannot measure up to the joy that is being at Rayanne's, where your friend Rickie can guzzle beer, and that Amber woman read your tea leaves."
Angela: "Oh, stop it. Rickie doesn't even drink. Stop being so hypocritical. You hated her on sight, just admit it."
Patty: "All right. I admit it! I don't like her! I don't think that she's the right friend for you!"
Angela respectfully grabs her Tarot cards and leaves.
At the bad-ass party, more debauchery. Angela arrives and locates Rayanne, who is doing her best to prevent her mind from wandering. "To see you at this moment," says Angela's best friend, "something was missing, and then I turned around -- I just love you so much! My friend!" Then she falls down. The Tarot cards are spilled all over the floor. This is not respect. Rayanne spasms and giggles on the floor, and when Rickie picks her up, she says she wants a tattoo. Stage four: total loss of self-control. Rickie says to Angela, "She always gets like this. And then she's always okay by the time it's over." Yeah, until the time she's not. Just then, Amber comes in, guns blazing. She turns on the lights, kills the music, and kicks a hundred people out of her apartment in the space of fifteen seconds, even finding the time to throw a heartfelt "hi sweetheart" in Angela's direction. She then locates Rayanne on her bed, with some shirtless tattooed schmoe on top of her. "Get off my daughter!" Rayanne mumbles, "Hi, mom!" At first I thought the guy was trying to molest Rayanne, which is I guess what Amber thought too, but then I realized he was giving her the requested tattoo. My tip-off was his exit line: "Hey, I'm just an artist trying to make a living." Aren't we all. Amber delivers a very parental-sounding lecture, though it includes the rarely-heard caveat, "You are too drunk, young lady. Way too drunk. What have I told you about moderation?" All while changing, spraying herself with perfume, and ordering her daughter to clean up the apartment. And then she's gone. That's a lot of good work in less than a minute. Unfortunately, Rayanne is clearly very sick: "Why is it so cold?" Rickie cradles her in his arms, terrified. Which is the problem, I suppose, with the "one minute of parenting per day" plan.