That night, Spencer and his "friend" cruise the strip (or whatever you do in car-infested L.A.) and rejoice about Spencer's night away from Heidi. Since she wasn't just gone for several days. Spencer's "friend" does the crack shimmy to whatever toolbag music they're listening to and starts talking in a way that makes me suspect he thinks this tape is his audition for Russell Simmons' Def Poetry Jam. His mustache might just have a chance. They talk about how Bartender Stacie told Spencer that this is the night her posse rolls out, so they're heading to some newfangled club to mizzle all up in their shizzle... or something.
Over at Katsuya, a.k.a. the place to see and be seen if you're a fame-starved fuckwit, Steph recaps her "terrifying" interview to Heidi. Then Heidi bangs some chopsticks together and asks if Steph's heard from Spencer. They discuss Spencer's secret new life and what a bad influence his new "friends" are. They must be stopped! Steph proposes that, since Spencer is out at da clubz, she and Heidi should go out, too. Lest ye think they might be developing their own lives and story lines, Steph quickly makes it clear that their sole purpose for the evening will be to hunt down Spencer and make sure that he knows Heidi is his oxygen. Seriously, the look in her eyes as she gives Heidi this bullshit pep talk is nothing short of demonic. I think she would cease to exist if she couldn't wreak havoc on reality TV. Like a shark if it stopped swimming. They narrow down the list of possible twat spots where Spencer might be, then get the check.
And douches know where douches go... Spencer, his "friend," bubble-throated Bartender Stacie and two of her "friends" sit around the bar and flirt. A.k.a. Adam DiVello and Spencer buy everyone drinks to put up with him for a couple of hours of pre-written conflict. They take shots, and BS makes a bitchy toast to "Spencer and his great girlfriend." Hey! At least you can't say she wasn't in on it.
As they take shots and laugh, Heidi and Steph show up. Lady Lola rubs her hands together and waits for flying weaves. Heidi spots Spencer and his gaggle of bimbettes. Likewise, Spencer spots Heidi (could it be the camera crews?) and gets a shocked (I say shocked!) look on his face. Heidi gets all wronged girlfriend on Cheaters on Spencer's ass. He just sits there and takes it, so his "friend" steps up to chew out a 5'4," 100-pound girl. Classy. Steph steps in, and it escalates from average night at the club to uncomfortable bitch slap fight.