The next day, Erin and her majestic Native American earrings stop by for a visit. Whitless briefs her on the tour and Jay's lies of omission and her walking out. She's superficially pissed because it's distracting her from work, but mainly she feels jilted because she's invested a lot in the relationship -- a lot more than Jay, especially. She brings up the Dani vagaries and the lingering distrust. She is spinning in on herself to the point that she wonders whether Jay even likes her. Erin plays the supportive friend role to perfection, with limited comments about humping and the like. Whitney brings the drama, saying everything is crashing in on her, so she needs to take control.
Downtown at DVF, Whitney and Olivia peruse the handbags they're supposed to discuss at the Meeting of the Century. Whitney tries to stay on task. She even goes so far as to set out a methodology, albeit overly thorough, of how they should prepare. But Olivia's too busy futzing around with the digital camera to contribute anything of value. I mean, come on, this is a girl who can't even pick an outfit. She literally needs someone to lean on -- even if that someone is Nevan, ugh -- for basically every aspect of her life. Olivia is worthless, is what I'm saying. So, the scene ends and literally nothing of import has happened that we didn't already know, except I guess some more DVF product brainwashing. Synergy!
The night, Whitney meets A-holette, Sami and Erin for dinner and reiterates her frustrations with Jay re: the tour. The girls have got her back, and Whitney whips out "Mama didn't raise no fool" for old time's sake. I love it when Whitney gets sassy! So, the chorus of Cuckolded, Slutty and Sami advise Whitney how to move forward. Meanwhile no one at this table should be talking. A-holette and Erin are both massive disasters at the dating-slash-relationship thing, and judging by the company that Sami keeps, I suspect she's no great shakes either. Whitney fears that she won't be able to be strong because of Jay and his aforementioned panty-robbing skills. She reminisces about her first night with Jay and admits she acted out of character even then, which must mean that she really likes him. Or that this was a stupid relationship that was never meant to last. Sure, a guy should bring out different aspects of you, but you shouldn't be fundamentally acting out of character. Call me old-fashioned. And, then again, as previously established, Whitney's character is about as solid as baby food... so there's that.