Brooke and Peyton show up at the party at Duke. It's hopping! Or, well, it's just a bunch of kids standing around in a dark dorm room with plastic cups. Hell, this sure as heck isn't any Old School-inspired Mitch-a-palooza. Where's Snoop Dogg? Brooke's breasts are sucker-punched into that top. I'm surprised she can breathe. As they enter the room, she says, "We're young, we're fine, let's do some damage." Some girl offers her a cup of beer, but she declines, because she's the designated driver. Brooke scopes out the boys. The first, "too desperate." The second, "too geeky." The third, "hello, Abercrombie." And she's off to the races. What the heck time is it anyway? What self-respecting college party gets going before seven? It's barely past dinnertime and there are hoards of people drinking and the keg's almost gone? Peyton leaves Brooke to gobble up her Abercrombie as she cases the party. She comes upon a fellow sitting all by himself in his room, listening to very intense music and painting his fingernails black. Now, if that doesn't say "party!" I don't know what does. She says coyly, "Wow, Fugazi, Sparta, and on vinyl. Do you mind?" Colin from Everwood has apparently recovered from his coma, grown his hair out to a natty length, and shown up at Duke in an even worse mood than he was ever in from that damn head trauma. Peyton walks into his room and starts looking through his record collection. She pulls out an album by the Descendents called "Milo Goes to College." She tells him "it's a great album." Ah, girls talking rock and roll; it always sounds like a come-on, but I understand Peyton's attraction -- I doubt her interest in Fugazi makes her the hit of any Tree Hill b-ball party where P. Diddy and Beyoncé are far more likely to show up on the turntable. He says, "You know the Descendents?" She says coyly, "Yeah." Pause. "I'm Peyton." He puts away his nail polish -- yes, his nail polish, and if that isn't a symptom of something gone wrong with this kid, I don't know what is -- and introduces himself as Gabe. He asks if she wants to hear the Descendents album. She smiles and nods. He gets up off his bed and puts it on the stereo.
Luke has Keith's tow truck for the night, so he heads down to the Riverside Courts. Mouth's there -- representing the Irish in all of us. He says, "The prodigal son returns." They bump knuckles. Man, that Keith's Body Shop sweatshirt is huge; it hangs down to his bloody knees. Luke says, "Hey Mouth, how you doing, baby?" Malcolm laughs: "And he still remembers my name." What happened to Stinky? Seriously? We're just supposed to forget that there ever was a Stinky? Shame on you, TPTB -- you must know that I am a TWoP recapper. It's my job not to forget. The b-ball boyz start razzing Lucas about how long he's been away. One says, "Hi, have, ah, we met?" Luke says, "How's it going, Junk!" Another introduces himself as "Ferguson Thompson." Luke says, "Come on, guys, it has not been that long." Skills says, "It feels like forever, dog. I mean, do you still play street ball?" Luke taunts, "Better than you." Skills: "He's been back two seconds and he already talking, right. Let's see what you got." Luke says, "Let's shoot for teams." Skills: "Why don't you and Fergie just take it, 'cause you gonna need it."