Sundown. Night. Cars. House. House. The kids decide to leave at 10. They discuss going to a club that's having a "Studio 54" party that night. Zach camera-fros that he's never been to a gay club before, but that he's psyched, and sure it'll be awesome.
Bedroom. Svet whispers to the other girls that she doesn't want to go to a gay club. John walks in and bitches that if he has to go she does too. She whines, "Noooo." Svet's dead face camera-snots that she's picturing younger guys like her brother hooking up with older gay men, and that it freaks her out. She whines, learning that everyone is going. Commercials.
Oh shit! The new Fox sitcom Free Ride is hosted by MySpace? Well, why didn't you say so? Count me in. If it's anywhere near as tight, cohesive, and sophisticated an experience as going on MySpace is, I'm there!
Back. House. Svet bitches on. Paula says that Svet is disappointing her right now. See, for someone to disappoint me, I actually have to have high expectations for her, so yeah, that ain't happening with any of these snotrags. Svet says that if she sees boys hooking up, she's going to vomit. She adds that if they're all older men, that's cool, though. Svet's husky, damaged cigarette-and-cock voice asks Tyler if she can ask a question without his getting mad. She goes on to ask if it's going to be young guys who are just figuring out that they're gay and might be taken advantage of. Tyler laughs, and then squashes it, pretending to know exactly what she's talking about and assuring her that that's not the case here. God, Svet is annoying. She goes from bitching about this to whining that she's just trying to be honest to getting on Janelle for wearing the shirt she's about to put on. Oh my God, how many men have been taken in by the body and found themselves actually having to listen to that? Too many. Fallen soldiers, all. My hat is off and my 40 is poured on the ground. Also, why did I just pour Malt Liquor on my rug? That was stupid.