Lou's aggressively walking on a treadmill in an exercise room that seems to have fairy lights gaily strung around. Interesting. No, wait -- that's some kind of reflection. No matter what, it's odd, and I'm now thinking of this as "Romantic Nighttime Workout Room." Edie comes in and offers, "Scotch, Otto, exercise? You should rehydrate." Lou was clearly trying to get away by how peeved she is at Edie's claim that the desk clerk said where Lou was. "He said he opened the gym for a lady with liquor breath and crazy eyes," Edie explains. Lou glares. Edie has found out that Vinick took a shot at Santos about foreign policy in a speech the night before, but Lou, still pissed that she's been found, concludes that there's very little they can do, since it's now Election Day. Edie informs her there are two and a half hours until the polls open. Lou keeps huffing away and starts running. Hi, New Balance product placement. There's a tagline for you: "Work out your post-sex energy with us!"
Donna steps out of the elevator holding coffees to find Otto is pacing and working on a speech. Donna looks pleased and embarrassed when she sees him. He's reciting a speech and gets her to confirm that "no one actually uses the word 'certitude.'" "Not really," Donna tells him. I am in full certitude of that statement. When Donna observes that Otto couldn't sleep either, he explains that this is his final go on the victory and concession speeches: "It was either this or, or a solitaire tournament with the advance guys." Hey, don't knock the solitaire! I've spent many a happy hour, just me and my deck of cards. Okay, so I also know I'm a dork. What of it? Donna tries Josh's door and, when it doesn't open, gives a little knock, still semi smiling. Ronna answers delightedly, and Josh, even more delightedly, announces, "No one could sleep!" in that manic, panicked, "I couldn't get them to leave!" desperate voice. Donna looks glazed. These three have the same exchange Edie and Lou just did about Vinick's slam, and Donna also points out that there's nothing to do but have their spin people work it. She moseys to Josh and murmurs, "Tell me you found my pantyhose." This is why I never wear pantyhose. Well, this and the binding and the strange sheen.
Los Angeles, 4:12 AM PST. A sexy girl is let into a room by...Bruno, who leads the way with his pot belly. I've honestly never thought one way or the other about his weight, but this sweater is just screaming, "Look at the giant meal I just ate!" I believe the girl just might be taller than he is. He's showing her the office, they flirt, and start sexily making out -- well, as sexily as Bruno really can be, which I have to say is just more gross than anything. He hears a ring and comments that he should check the fax, and Jane replies, "I already did," and walks right into their little moment. Bruno introduces the ladies and naturally doesn't know Carrie's last name. They have their own version of the conversation about Vinick's speech, and then talk about this schedule until they lapse into awkward silence; Carrie seems to be the only normal perceptive person who senses the tension and asks for the bathroom. Jane points the way, and Carrie heads out, to the sound of her slapping sandals. It's actually distracting. For a weird moment, I wondered if this was going the way of Bruno/Jane sexual tension, but thankfully it's never picked up again, so I think it's just awkward pre-election/we hate each other stress. She comments, "Cute." "Yeah." "Little young," she adds. "Yale grad," he replies. She gives him a glance, and he amends, "Almost grad." Oh, just...ew. Carrie, go for someone with better hair, at least! Bruno asks Jane if she couldn't sleep, and she confirms that and then sighs: "God, I hate the wait."