Red Ferrari speeding down the road is shown. That's it. It might have even been a commercial for all I know.
Loud, crowded bar. Cowboy hats. Lots of denim. People are the bar drinking shots. Lana and Clark walk in. Clark may out-homo the last scene here with his little black sleeveless shirt. It's like part of the uniform for gay clubbin'. Two guys stop what they're doing at the bar to check out Clark and Lana. It's supposed to be that they're checking her out and Clark gets mad, but the way it's cut, it looks like they're scoping Clark. I kid you not. It's two older, chunky guys -- one bald, the other with close-cropped blonde hair and an orange goatee. They are so looking at Clark's ass. "What are you looking at?" Clark asks. "Clark, I'm fine! I'm fine!" Lana says, busting in. Except this really had nothing to do with her. All they wanted to do was meet in the bathroom later. "Want a beer?" Clark asks. "What?!" Lana exclaims. Oh, right. Beer at a bar. How strange and unwarranted. She asks Clark when he started drinking. He says that if she doesn't want to drink, they should dance. "Clark, this place isn't us," Lana says. Why, because it's fun? Lana wants to go somewhere and talk. Fascinating. "I'll take that dance, Clark," someone says. It's Raccoongirl! We look at her from the feet up. She's wearing fishnets and a red dress. "Whoa," Clark says. Raccoongirl tells Lana she checked out the Talon. "Yeah...that's why I decided to come here," she says. Ooh, burn. Clark even laughs at that. Lana says, "Let's go." Clark, grinning, is pulled at each hand by a different girl. Al Gough wasn't kidding when he said there'd be new dating opportunities this season. "Lana, I'll be right back," Clark says. He goes off to dance with Raccoongirl. Lana breathes out for about twenty seconds.