Private Practice
Private Practice

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Mollie: B | 4 USERS: A+
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What's Gonna Work? Teamwork!
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Fashion show! Fashion show! Fashion show at Addison's! Naomi's modeling a dress that she hopes is "sexy but not slutty; smart but not boring." Addison thinks she's landed closer to "PTA mom bake sale." While Addy pulls a few alternative outfits for Naomi (from her own wardrobe? Or did Nai bring over a bunch?), she digs for details about the guy. But Naomi doesn't care much about details. A guy asked her out on a date, her first since college, and so she loves him. "I love him," she repeats, with slightly crazed sincerity. The doorbell rings, and Addison goes to stall Mr. Date. Instead she finds Pete, brandishing a bottle of wine as he invites her next door to play poker with him, Sam, and Cooper. "You're a little bit drunk," she notes. "And you too could be a little bit drunk," he replies. I think I like Pete better this way. On the other hand, hanging out with tipsy Cooper doesn't sound like a good evening. So I'm not sure what I'd do in this situation. Addison observes that Pete is "flirty," and tells him to go away, but he has another idea: he could come in, and they could "get to know one another outside of work." Nudge-nudge, know what I mean. "You're attracted to me. You admitted it," he says, for any new viewers who might have missed all the fruitless, charmless flirting that led up to this moment. Addison knows it's time to initiate the step backward that follows every step forward in their non-romance, so she says she's not attracted to Pete anymore and shuts the door. "You're attracted to me right now!" he calls from the stoop. Addison stands there for a moment, looking intrigued and annoyed. Then she reopens the door, regards Pete sexily for a second, snatches the wine from his hands, and shuts the door in his smug face. Ha! Naomi -- now in a sexier (but not sluttier) dress -- comes down the stairs and says, "What'd you do with my date?" Would that it had been your date, Naomi. Instead, Addison tells her, "It was my date. My unsuitable, flirty, drunk...oh-so-attractive date." Yes, but the key word here is "unsuitable."

Morning! Dell's running from room to room at Oceanside, setting the thermostat and distributing papers and cleaning up trash (the last of which is mostly in Cooper's office, of course). Naomi and Sam step off the elevator, and Dell goes into personal-assistant mode: he arranged for Naomi's coffee to be extra-caffeinated, in preparation for her "packed day"; he has her files ready for her; and he solved a stumper in her crossword puzzle. Sam watches all this with his usual sexy befuddlement, but says nothing.

Private Practice