Previously: There were two A-holes -- self-explanatory. Jay suffered the consequences of befriending one and/or both of them, ultimately causing Whitney to suffer the consequences of dating Jay for a plot line. Part of said plot line involved Jay maybe being a cheater, even though he and Whitters weren't exclusive at the time. Now they are exclusive, but a group trip to Miami is set to stir up old escandalos...
We open at One Model Management, where both Erin and A-holette should be working. Naturally, they are gossiping. A-holette is sad she has to actually work this weekend and, thus, can't come with the gang to Miami. She looks like death warmed over, btw. Just how I like my models! A-holette notes she'll be shooting with a guy, and it should be very sexy. Erin asks if A-hole is okay with that, and she basically admits he's a jealous bastard, despite the fact that he's a notoriously unfaithful piece of crap. Just in case you're holding your breath for these two to grow the fuck up, A-holette naughtily admits she's okay stoking the flames of A-hole's jealousy. Erin dispenses another one of her slutty platitudes -- girlfriend could write a book, y'all -- advising, "A little flirting never killed anybody."
A-holette changes the subject, saying that A-hole is connected at 'da club in Miami, and that the group will be totally VIP. I think she's just revealed the secret to why they stay together: She's arm candy, he's the hook-up. She says he knows everyone (yeah, everyone with a coochie) down there and warns that he and Jay tend to go wild. Instead of being all, "Ummmm? Red flag?" she laughs along with A-holette. A-holette claims she trusts Adam, then gives several half-joking, totally serious looks askance. They giggle wildly, as if any of this is funny. Erin promises to keep an eye on A-hole down in Miami. Ugh! They are all so complicit in this self-perpetuated smorgasbord of bullshit. I hate all of the opportunistic, drama-prone good-for-naughts on this show. Except Whitney, just because I can't find the energy to care. Credits.
And now, Bienvenido a Miami! Ay papi! There's butt floss aplenty down in the city where the heat is on -- now in men's and women's models! Everyone arrives at the Fontainebleau Resort, home of the insane PR push. Everyone is super-excited to be away from freezing cold New York. In his porkpie hat, Jay's band mate Pottsy looks like Sam Ronson. I don't know whose gender appropriateness that slams more. Also there is Pottsy's gf Jess, a.k.a. Jessica Hart who modeled in the 2009 Swimsuit Issue of Sports Illustrated. Is it like a rule of Tamarama and all their associates to date models? The first rule of Tamarama is, you do not talk about Tamarama... The second rule of Tamarama is, no groupies shorter than 5'9".