Haley and Luke eat lunch outside and catch up. She asks what he did last night. He says nothing, you? She says nothing too. Then Luke admits that he kind of made out with Brooke last night. Haley's flabbergasted. Then Luke admits that he was actually drunk. He explains, "We went out as friends but things kind of escalated." Haley laughs, "You and Brooke Davis, please." Luke seems kind of offended: "What, is that so strange?" Haley tells only the truth: "Yeah, it is." Luke bitches, "You know, she's different than the Brooke people see." He points his water bottle at her: "You of all people should understand that." Haley: "Because of kissing Nathan?" Luke: "If I told you not to do that anymore, would you listen?" She asks, "Would you?" They both laugh and say, "Probably not," at the same time. Haley asks him about Peyton. Luke jokes, "Yeah, you can kiss her if you want." Luke gets serious: "I told her how I felt, but she doesn't feel the same way." Haley insists, "Maybe she's just not ready." Luke's not buying it: "Naw, she said she just wants to be friends." Haley teases, "So are you and Brooke Davis like a thing now?" Luke replies, "No, we went out, had fun, that's all." Haley gives in: "Well, if that's what you want, you deserve to be happy." Luke wholeheartedly agrees, and so does his tattoo.

Brooke's all giggles and smiles when she sits down with Peyton at another table: "Hi, friend, guess who I went out with last night, I'll tell you, Lucas." Peyton stops for a second, tries to act nonchalant, and says, "Define 'went out.'" Brooke happily complies: "We met at a bar, shot some pool, had a few drinks." Peyton: "Lucas Scott?" Brooke smiles, "Yup. You didn't tell me he was such a good kisser." And then as fast as she sat down, she's up again, leaving Peyton behind to cry cardboard tears all over her sketchbook. Poor poor Peyton, it's only when what she wants seems to want someone else that she sees the value in taking a chance. Oh, to be a tortured teenager again. Yawn.

For some reason that can only be construed as torture, Dan has called his wife and told her to meet him at an abandoned warehouse/restaurant-type space. When Deb walks in, she's totally wondering what it's all about. Dan holds out his arms and says, "So, what do you think?" She says, "About what?" Dan mocks, "A long counter here, some retro booths." Deb doesn't follow what he's saying. Dan clarifies, "Deb's Diner, the hottest little place in town." Deb tells him she doesn't want a diner; she just wants to know what's going on. Dan says coldly, "You tell me." Deb tells him for the eight-hundredth time that she's just helping Karen. Dan: "You hardly know the woman." Deb insists that's not true. But for the sake of discussion, she admits he's right and says, "Let's say I'm doing it to help you." Dan doesn't get it. "What do you feel when you see Lucas? I mean, it was different when we never saw him, but now?" Dan snaps, "What do you want me to say?" Deb replies, "Anything, something honest?" Dan snarks, "Okay. How does this sound? I was a kid, I made a decision, and I am tired of you and everyone holding it over my head every day of my life. So if you're running that little café so you can find absolution for me, forget it, I don't need it or I don't want it." And then he walks away, leaving his wife all alone in the broken-down, dirty old space. Man. That chip on his shoulder is reaching Sisyphus-like proportions. And again, look! It's Dan playing The Blame Game! It's not his fault he's acting like an ass; it's everyone else's. And that's a burden I'm sure Deb's tired as hell of carrying around.