That night, Kristin tries to disprove the rumors by turning down a shot from Brody. He chides her like a seventh grader, "Laaaaaaame!" Glad to see he's a supporter of his friends' questionable sobriety. Audrina arrives sans Ferdinand MaGELlan. So, while ShePratt tries to lure Kristin back to her apartment with flimsy promises of an at-home spray tan machine (mmmmmhmmmm), Brody goes in for the kill. He tells Audrina (in painfully obvious voice-over) that he has a lot of things to tell her -- things that he couldn't tell her while he had a girlfriend -- "you know, about... life." Awesomely, Audrina shuts him down, pointing out not only that Kristin is up on his jock for the cameras, but also that he's just doing this for his own screen time and -- more importantly -- she has a boyfriend. So, to summarize, Audrina's looking out for her own. She can settle for Brody fucking up her whole life à la Justin Bobby. Or she can get three times the screen time by having her own life, an uncompromised friendship with Kristin, and no shame from allowing Brody to use her to extend his 15 minutes. Looks like that hot bitch Rumer Willis taught our girl some thangs about Hollywood strategery.

As we get deeper into the night, Spencer inexplicably shows up. I can't decide whether he looks crazier in the company of others or in his secluded canyon hideaway. Either way, kid ain't right. Brody calls Spencer out for sequestering himself and making himself unhappy. Spencer wells up and can barely take it upon himself to deny Brody's armchair analysis.

ShePratt debates with Audrina whether she should leave when Brody calls Audrina over. Why? I don't know. Perhaps so she can get yelled at. Because that's exactly what Spencer does, telling her, "You are the lamest fucking girl in this club." Should this be making sense to anyone? I mean, I write thousands of words on these people every week, and I have no idea why Spencer suddenly decided he has a massive grudge against Audrina. She doesn't seem to know either, nor does Brody.