Babylon! The Boys have moved to one of the upper balconies, still watching everyone else have a life. Man, they never do anything. Justin sidles up to Brian and says, "You said to check back with you in an hour." Looo-ser! Couldja be a little more pathetic, there, Justin? Brian's like, I've got eight minutes left. Because he's so worth this abuse, right, Justin? Justin follows Brian's gaze down to a guy on the dance floor -- wearing a t-shirt that says "Dreamboy" -- with whom he is exchanging The Look of Homosexual Acknowledgement. Justin snorts, "He has zits on his ass, a tragic endowment, and is just getting over a nasty case of gonorrhea." And you, on the other hand, are a loo-ser! Brian doesn't care, anyway. Justin gives it one last shot: "Well, if I were you, I wouldn't wait too long. By then I might have other plans." And stomps off. Whatever, Justin. Bye now.
The restroom. Blake's washing his hands, as Dino leans against the wall nearby. Dino asks what's up with him, and Blake tells him it's nothing. Dino asks him who his "friend" is, and Blake says it's no one. The dealer notes that they look pretty tight, though, and Blake gets all defensive. The dealer asks why Blake didn't introduce them, and Blake snaps, "He wouldn't like you." Why? He seems like such a nice guy. Dino grins, "Even if I offered him a 'favor'?" Blake says that Ted wouldn't be interested. The dealer pulls out a small baggie of something or another, and the screen does that swoosh-flash thing as Blake stares at it. Dino says it's "great stuff." Blake says that he's not interested, either, and walks out. Yay, Blake!