The Station. Vic's released, but is pretty humiliated when he sees Mike and Melanie Marcus with Debbie. Like she was really going to be able to get $5,000 by herself. Mike assures his uncle that there's no reason to be ashamed, because they know he's innocent. Vic just wants to go home. Debbie agrees, but wants him to take his meds, which she's been trying to get to him all night. Vic tells her that he already got them from the desk sergeant. Debbie tries to shoot him a grateful look, but he turns away.

Demon's Lair. Demon teases Mike, telling him that he's never seen Michael so jealous. Mike protests that he wasn't jealous: "How would you feel if your boyfriend was being ogled by every fag in town?" Demon smiles that it so happens that Mike is. Not. Demon adds that Michael just never notices, and Michael snorts, "Oh, yeah, that's my problem. Faulty gaydar." Hee. Mike mopes that he guesses now that Demon's proved how hot he is, that he'll be out partying every night. Demon's like, not every night, but it's nice to get the attention. Hot young men may have their appeal: "But there are other things: work, my son, and you." Probably in that order, too. Mike asks him to do a private dance for him, because it's been a month since I've had to suffer this much. Demon does. And, no, I'm not going to describe it.

The next morning at the Liberty Diner, the boys plus Blake share a booth. Brian complains about the coffee, while his friends smirk knowingly. Mike's all, how about Justin, huh? Emmett: "So, the cub caught the lion's prey. Hmmm." Ted: "So, even though you like to rest on your laurels, secure in your position of power, now you know they're snapping at your heels. So, now you'll have to run faster, and faster --" Brian snaps at him to pass the sugar. Ted fake grimaces, because someone's touchy this morning. Emmett says that Brian should be proud of Justin: "Like father, like son." I'm not too comfortable with that metaphor. At all.