Bachman's just pulled up on his bike, and when Nate asks who that is, Gemma and Tig smoothly lie about how it's someone who will be giving Amelia a ride home. Well, metaphorically speaking, that is not incorrect. Bachman pulls off his helmet and we see that -- oh, could it be? Could someone whose surname echoes that of Stephen King's nom de plume really be played by Stephen King? This has the potential to go terribly wrong: I still remember how the miniseries The Stand ground to a halt when Stephen King made his appearance. And given that a) that happened back in 1994, and b) I was a drunken undergraduate at the time, for the memory to remain indelible to this day ... shudder.
Cut to Bachman whipping out a measuring tape and checking the length of Amelia's arms, then her legs. He gropes Amelia's breasts -- cut to Gemma watching with lips pursed while Tig looks a little unsettled -- then smooths down Amelia's hair and pops her mouth open to inspect her teeth. Gemma and Tig exchange another look. Bachman scribbles a list on a small pad, then tears it off and hands it to Gemma with a flat, "This is what I need." Gemma and Tig read the list. His eyebrows fly up, but Gemma only has to suck in her breath for a moment before saying, "Most of this stuff's in the garage. I'll send Tara out for the rest." Tig, who has the look of a man who's trying to go to his doll-free happy place, stares straight ahead and whispers, "Okay." Bachman then asks, "How's the drain in that slop sink?" Gemma thinks it's fine. Good. Bachman has one last request: "I'm in the mood for some music. Eighties." Tig says with some small amount of relief, "I'll make that happen." Bachman waggles a finger and walks off, and Tig and Gemma exchange a look that can be translated roughly as, As long as he never asks to patch into the Charming chapter, it's all good, right?
Lin's party. The SAMCRO boys are indeed partaking of the sweet Asian buffet, while the Caracara girls are draped all over the Hong Kong clients. For reasons known only to God and/or the writers' room, nobody in SAMCRO has thought, "Mayhap, Opie ought not be around when his sexy American girlfriend is working the room." And so Opie is mowing down on a plate of fried wontons, drinking a lot, and feeling very, very sorry for himself. (Although I bet the poor schmucks back at Teller Morrow Motors are feeling even sorrier for themselves, seeing as they have to KEEP THE BUSINESS RUNNING while the cool kids get to go party.)