Peyton listens to his voicemail message at the other end. I'm loving all the ways they're devising not to have Hilarie Burton say any lines whatsoever during an episode. It's refreshing. She hangs up and doesn't leave a message.

He puts the phone back into his pocket and turns his attention back to Brooke: "Where were we?" She says coyly, "Why? Are you having fun?" He nods and almost falls into her, they're leaning so close to one another. Brooke whisper-flirts, "Good." Pause. "So what's your take on tattoos?" Luke doesn't know; it depends. She grabs his hand and pulls him off to the side of the bar, where they can have a bit of privacy. She leans against the wall; he faces her with his hand above her head. Brooke unzips her pants, holds them up with one hand, while she shows Luke her tattoo with another. She whisper-lusts, "What do you think about this tattoo?" Of course, she's wearing red underwear. Luke looks down, clears his throat, leans in closer toward her face, and says, "I think that one is very, very sexy." She says, "Right answer." And they start making out like crazy. Whew. For a second there, I felt kind of like I was writing porn. Pardon me, ahem, I need to get a glass of, ahem, water.

Heh. Honey. "Hip-hop can't take you places ballet can." Heh.

Luke stumbles home and tries to close the door quietly, but he's drunk, so his motor skills aren't really functioning. Keith turns on the light. Luke hollers, "Keith! Hey, man!" Keith says, "Are you okay?" Luke points at him and replies, "Perfect." Keith: "Have you been drinking?" Luke giggles. It's pretty cute, actually. He says, "Oh, Keith, there is this girl." Keith just nods his head and sighs: "Now, I know how my old man felt when I came rolling in." Luke just stands there as Keith lectures, "Why don't you go sleep it off and we'll talk about it in the morning." Luke sort of nods and then carts his sorry ass off to bed.

The next morning, Nathan comes downstairs to find his father reading the paper. He almost doesn't go into the kitchen. Then he changes his mind and decides the best course of action would be to make a smart-ass comment: "What are you doing, Dad? Still looking for your name in the box scores?" Dan chides him, "Hey, knock it off and get serious, you've got a big game coming up." Nathan starts to walk away, but Dan just can't let it lie: "And you think you're going to break my scoring record." Then he actually snorts -- he blows air out his nose and snorts like a horse. Jerk. Nathan walks away, but not before leaving his feelings in a big, wet, and messy puddle on the floor.