The band finishes, to a rousing cry of "Go Commodores! Hello, Wembley!" from Nevan. And again, I ask -- Seriously? Jay finds Whitney and cannot get out of there fast enough. He warns her to, "Fucking keep 'Bevan' away from me." They take off, and Olivia is incensed that he disrespected her by leaving without saying goodbye. Oh, absolutely, Olivia! He should have at least spit in your and "Bevan's" faces first, no? I'd consider that an equivalent gesture to the courtesy you've just shown. Nevan snarks, "That's what you get from the Plaid Mafia," and claims that he never leaves without saying goodbye, though he clarifies it's because he wants to keep receiving free drinks. Of which he has clearly had many this evening... It goes without saying, of course, that Nevan is bonkers drunk throughout the entire above exchange -- though I wouldn't put it past him to act so asinine on any given Tuesday.
But anyway... speaking of free drinks! We return to the bar. JR takes his break to ask Erin what is bothering her. She takes him outside for an emotional heart-to-heart about the heart-wrenching choice she must make. His attitude is kind of "Live and let live" about it. He tells her to date Duncan if that makes her happy -- which is exactly why she should date him. You know Duncan would be whining and weeping over his guitar, writing an "I Hate Erin" ditty right about now if he were getting this news. JR actually seems to be taking it like a man. He does ask if they can hang out regardless. She remains undecided. He wipes away her tears, and they hug on New York's only empty street.
The next day, Olivia and her 45 pounds of blush and Manolo Blahniks clack into DVF, met by strained silence from Whitney. She open-endedly asks what Whitney thought about the event the night before. Whitney doesn't mince words, saying that it was pretty shady that she facilitated this gig for Jay only to sit there as Nevan bashed his band the whole time. Olivia looks at her with the bitch face of someone who just got called out but is totally unwilling to admit any fault in a situation of her own creation. She cops out, claiming she can't control Nevan's actions. Nah, you don't shelter him and spend time him with him, or anything? You have absolutely no chips to bargain with, do you, Fauxlivia?