Lacey slurringly confronts Brandi about the dirty look. Brandi's response? "Get the fuck away from me, I just farted." Ha! I think I'm going to steal that one. Lacey, however, does not heed this instruction, and Brandi quickly gets tired of Lacey's nasty-ass breath in her face. I mean, that's directly from an interview, I'm not just making assumptions, even though I could. Lacey pours some Grey Goose over Brandi. It's rude, but one can't help but note that Brandi's heaving bosom is glistening quite attractively. She should go around vodka-moistened all the time. Brandi throws the bottle of Grey Goose, along with some fighting words. Jes and Heather are so over the drunk bitches. Big John calls the girls up to dinner, and has to tell Lacey to shut the fuck up and come on. Lacey can't even walk, and Big John has to kind of drag her to Bret's suite. To quote Heather, "I'm over it. Pull it together. Walk, bitch." As you learn when you're the designated driver, watching drunk people is really, really boring.
And then, as if things weren't chaotic enough, Brandi tells Heather that Lacey threw her under the bus earlier, apparently saying, "I don't give a !@#$ what I have to do. I am going to !@#$ get him. !@#$ every bitch." Heather interviews that Lacey is her friend, but also a sneaky ass, so she might have to watch herself. Secretly, I think Lacey actually has a little crush on Heather, but I'm sure she'd neckstab her, like, as soon as she'd made a quarter turn to the left. The girls wind up at a bar, I guess in Bret's suite. Lacey knocks over her glass and then instructs the bartender, "Don't give the fake bitches nothing." She wouldn't have to make these clarifications if she didn't carry around her two plastic poodle "pets" everywhere they went. She climbs on the bar like a cracked-out cat, according to Jes, who doesn't know what she's thinking. I would guess that she's thinking, "Hominy hominy hominy...grits?" She's all up in Brandi's face, and Jes tells her to get off the bar. Lacey's reply? "Or what? Or what? Get off the bar or what?" Jes says that Lacey has no respect for Bret or his hotel room. Heather remains silent, thinking that there's no saving her now, and this is Lacey's life, so she's not going to tell her to stop. Lacey then calls Heather a fucking bitch and actually falls towards the bartender, winding up smashing a whole bunch of glasses and limes and the like. Sadly, this all does not end with a trip to the emergency room.
Bret, having heard all hell breaking loose, arrives to take the girls to dinner. Heather wants Lacey and Brandi to get a grip so they can eat. They sit and Lacey slurs, "Heather knows wassssswhut. Heather knows wasssswhut." Brandi's comeback? "Well wassssadeal?" It's really a riveting exchange. Bret tells everyone, and especially Lacey, to shut up. He interviews that he's pissed -- he left the girls alone with his band for fifteen minutes and they're shitfaced. He wonders what happened. Well, Bret, this is what's usually called, "Warming them up for Bret, because what self-respecting girl in 2007 is going to do this sober?" The band members are just doing their jobs. Bret asks if they can all just have a nice dinner. The answer is no. Lacey collapses at the table, which is of serious concern to Bret. Jes tries to give her some water, and then Lacey hurls. Oh, yeah. Right at the table. Even though Jes hates Lacey, she says she's not going to let her go through this alone, since she's obviously fucked up. Bret calls Big John to take Lacey away. Through it all, Heather is chowing down on some cocktail shrimp. Lacey's demise is no skin off her tatters. Bret interviews that Lacey clearly can't handle this lifestyle and everything that goes with it. He's very disappointed.