Back at the Penthouse in the Sky, Brian's checking himself out in the mirror. He really is damn sexy. Don't think I don't hate him for it. Damn sexy. Huh. He snorts. "I'd fuck you!" he says to himself, and not to me, sadly. Yes, I know, he's gay, but hot is hot. You think I watch The Practice for the storylines? Please. Have you seen Dylan McDermott?
The doorbell rings. Brian saunters to the intercom, and buzzes his guest up. He opens the door, and of course it's Justin. Brian brushes him off, but Justin's determined, desperate, and says he just wants to talk to him. To his credit, Brian doesn't laugh in his face. Brian's actual guest -- who looks like that punk guy in Some Kind of Wonderful, except dressed in more leather -- walks up the stairs behind Justin, and suggestively brushes by Brian on his way into the loft. Justin's still not sure what's going on. Leather Guy asks who Justin is, and Brian says, very firmly, looking directly at the boy, "No one." Justin won't quit, and insists that he need to see Brian. Brian says he's busy. Leather Guy tells them both that he doesn't mind a threesome, but Justin's kind of young. WE KNOW. Brian says Justin's leaving. In the voice of all jealous boyfriends -- and girlfriends, for that matter -- Justin asks Brian, "Who's he?" Keep up, babydoll. Brian introduces Leather Guy as "Mr. Goodfuck." Mr. Goodfuck: "George, actually." Ha! Brian couldn't care less. Justin yells at Brian, "You don't even know him!" The GM/SGWC screams in unison: "HELLO!!! HE DIDN'T KNOW YOU, EITHER!!!!" Brian tells Justin to go home. Go home, Justin. Justin finally bolts down the stairs. Brian turns back to Mr. Goodfuck. George remarks that Brian didn't treat Justin very nicely. Brian: "Who are you, Father Goodfuck?" George stares at him, arms folded. I may never stop laughing. Brian sighs heavily and growls, "Fine! I'll be right back." Before he closes the door behind him he snaps, "Make yourself comfortable. And don't steal anything!"