Emmett and Vic schmooze over drinks. Vic asks if the pill-like thing he's holding is drugs or candy. Emmett shrugs that it's candy, probably. Vic drops it in his drink, sighing, "You'd think with all the pills that I take that I'd know." Emmett asks him how he's doing, and Vic grins, "Fit as a fiddle and ready for love. Why do you ask?" Vic gracefully stumbles away to find the best view of the nearest fruit-loined HDGB. Emmett sits next to him on the couch, prompting Vic to ask him where all this sudden interest is coming from. "You boys never talk to anyone over forty unless you have to." Vic snorts. Emmett says that he thinks he has "it." Vic replies, "'It' doesn't mean what it used to...people die. But they die from other things, too." Emmett says that he can't believe that this is happening to him -- he's not promiscuous. Vic snorts, "'Promiscuous' is anyone having more sex than you." "Promiscuous" is also a word that looks wrong when you spell it. Like, what's that extra "u" doing in there? Emmett thought he was being careful, and Vic chuckles, "Sex isn't careful. If it is, you're doing it wrong." Now, there's a disturbing thought. Vic continues, "It's messy. And it's human. And it's mixed up with other things. It's a genie that won't stay in the bottle. Listen, Emmett, if you think you made a mistake, move on. And accept it like a man." I love Vic.
Emmett gets up and bolts away, passing David, who appears to be heading for the nearest exit. Gotta cross the dance floor in order to do that, but Mike stops him and they start dancing. Astro walks off the dance floor and off with two guys, who are all about checking out what's under that spandex. And then this weird thing happens, where all of a sudden David stops dancing so he can just watch Mike pseudo-sexily gyrating in front of him. The camera circles around the ex-couple until it finds Melanie, crossing the floor behind them.
The camera follows Melanie as she walks over to Lindsay and Debbie. Lindsay's breastfeeding the baby, and Debbie coos, "Thirty years ago, I was you. Thirty years from now, you'll be me. Thirty years. It's impossible to believe. He's a man, but he still feels as tiny and precious to me as Gus does to you." Maybe that explains why you all still treat Mike like a three-month-old, but what do I know? Behind Lindsay, Melanie -- lit off her ass -- is having trouble with her shoes. Debbie pats Melanie's arm and asks, "Are you feeling left out, honey?" Melanie, weaving like a boxer, grins, "Me, left out? Not with what it's costing me a month." Ouch. St. L. jumps in, "You know, they say sometimes the non-birth mother lactates as well." Mel finds this hilarious, and replies, "If I did, it would be margaritas. Put some salt around my nipple and take a sip." She starts drunkenly pawing Lindsay, who tries to pull away and calm her down at the same time. Melanie fake whispers, "Ooops, I'm being inappropriate. Lindsay is never inappropriate." Well, yeah. She's St. Lindsay. Melanie offers to get everyone more drinks. Lindsay turns her down, and says that she shouldn't have another one either. Melanie snorts, "Hey, I'm not breastfeeding. Ain't my problem."