As you might have guessed, tales of the sock-stealing have continued well into the evening. Brittaney catches wind of this and denies any sock-thievery and/or wrongdoing, but the others aren't having it. Natasha emphatically states, "You stole our dirty socks!" and claps her hands. Let's allow Brittaney to explain, shall we? "I'm not a thief. I would never steal anything. I did ask the owners of the ice rink that provided the socks to us if I could take the socks, and they very much did say yes, and, you know, these girls could definitely verify that. So they should stop being catty and think of something better to pick on me about." Um, like the fact that you ASKED if you could take crusty, dirty, sweat-soaked socks? The other girls are pretty mean, and Brittaney ends up spending the night on the bus. One can only hope that there is an extra small pair of socks that she can stick in her ears to muffle the cries of "Sock stealer!" and "Kleptomaniac!" that ring through the night.
And then! It is still night, or perhaps early morning, and Natasha and Brittanya are awoken by a voice. It is the voice of Melissa, on the phone. She is, the other girls surmise, talking to her boyfriend. Gasp! She says that she's over this, and screw this, and she's better than this, and doesn't want to be a part of this anymore. And then she says that she doesn't like Bret as a person. Oh my God -- Melissa is not there for Bret! It's the age old tragic tale. Melissa then goes on to say that Bret wears extensions and looks really old. Now, on the one hand, Melissa is making some fine points. But on the other hand she pretty much sucks. It's a conundrum. Mindy asks, quite rightly, why Melissa would talk so loud that everyone could hear her. Maybe the leaking silicone has traveled to her ears and caused a blockage?
In the morning, Natasha and Brittanya waste precious little time telling everyone else about Melissa's call. For her part, Melissa wakes up with her hand throbbing and her boob throbbing and decides to go to the emergency room. She in fact does have a slow leak in her boob and torn tendons in her hand. Unlike the kindly strippers, however, the other girls have no sympathy for the wounded. As soon as Melissa gets back they pounce on her and accuse her of making fun of Bret to her boyfriend. And again, this is like a daily activity for most of us who watch this show. But it is sort of dumb for Melissa, of the equally haggard face and extensions, to have spouted this so blatantly. She is also wearing tapered knee-length jean shorts, which pretty much negates anything she says that might make her seem even a little cool.