One big-ass party later. The Casa de Clark has been transformed into House Party 2001, minus Kid 'n Play. People are dancing to bad rock (where's the hip hop?). Chloe finds Clark amid the crowd and asks if this is his idea of a small gathering. Clark, looking like a worrywart, asks if she even recognizes half the people there. Did he pass out a flyer at school or something? Somebody drops a dish, and it crashes. Clark looks worried. We pan across the party and get a long, lingering shot of a girl's ass. I keep telling you: Somebody on this show has a big ass fetish.

Clark is sitting alone when a very sweaty Asian guy falls next to him on the seat and says, "Dude...I think I'm gonna hurl." Who even says that anymore? Are we living in the Era of Wayne's World? Clark gets panicked. He zips out of frame, Bullet-Times it to the kitchen, and as everyone else is in slow motion, he empties out a bowl of snacks. On his way back, he notices a vase falling, and tips it back up before anyone is the wiser. He zips back to his seat just as the guy is about to spew chunks. He does so, into the bowl. Best use of superpowers ever. "Thanks," the guy moans as Clark holds up a hand like he's so much cooler than throwing up. Um, Clark? You were a male model and you're allergic to every rock in town. Don't begrudge someone his vomit.

Some time later, Clark is picking up cups and bowls, which is so amazingly pointless before a party's over. "Pretty cool party!" we hear in a girlish, uninflected voice. Must be Lana. And it is. She's wearing a strange top that is stitched like a sailor's uniform. Clark plays it off like he's just blowing off steam and the whole thing was unplanned. Lana says she'd be freaking out. We hear another dish break somewhere in the background. They're called Dixie cups and paper plates, Clark. Bullet-Time to the store for some of those next time. Lana says she wouldn't be brave enough to throw such a party. Yeah, this is the same girl who kept bitching about Nasty Nell taking control of her birthday. Clark says Lana's probably braver than she thinks. Then he asks, almost under his breath, if she's "flying solo" tonight. Lana clarifies the question by repeating it in English. Clark sheepishly smiles and lowers his head. Lana says she's capable of enjoying herself without Jocko Whitney. Just then something from outside flashes and it sounds like...FIREWORKS! I love fireworks! Yay fireworks! "You're full of surprises tonight, Clark," Lana says. "Tell me about it," Clark responds for absolutely no reason.