After everyone is all settled in, we're treated to more gratuitous butt floss shots, edited to look the bird's eye view of A-hole, who is now in the swimming pool. Elsewhere, Whitters and the girls chat by the pool about how Jay is crashing on her cooch. Oops! I mean couch. Whitney is adamant that they are not moving in together, even announcing that she has given him a strict two-week deadline. Jess, who apparently lived with Jay before, is all, "Guuuuuurl, you have got to get rid" -- but all Australian-y. Not a good sign. Whitney is straining to find a bright side of his uninvited stint at her place. She claims they'll get to know each other better. But you can tell she has desperately carved a calendar somewhere in her apartment for the exact second that Ward will set her free from Jay's fuckery.
And speaking of... Jay and the fellas are down in the pool, where he suggests "having a bit of a male flex off," whatever the hell that means. Jay and A-hole have obviously gotten over the fake tension from last week as they joke about the circumstances that forced Jay to move in with Whitney. My new BFF in Tamarama calls Adam an A-hole. Ha! I'm a trendsetter, bitches. Jay makes some hilarious sexist comments about their ball-and-chains, then segues to joking with A-hole about how he's a cheater. Because anything that makes the Allie-batross cry is a-okay in Jay's book. Perhaps I'm taking this too seriously. Strike that, I am taking this too seriously, but whatevs. Anyway, the degree to which he is all wink-wink conspiratorial with his bros about this situation, which has caused everyone in this God forsaken group so much grief... I mean, he might as well be getting him a hooker. Oh wait, that's Nevan's job!
Conveniencidentally, back on the girl's side of the pool -- as if we needed further confirmation that this show is actually set in junior high -- Whitney is talking with her chickies about infidelity, too. She recalls how Miami is where Jay's ex Dani lives. Random Tamarama hanger-on explains that Dani was obsessed to a stalker-like degree with Jay, but that all that was before he met Whitney. Whitney confirms Jay told her all this. She adds, "And I did trust him." Note the past tense. She glosses over the Freudian slip, saying that people might call her naïve and trails off. Because if lovin' Jay is wrong, she doesn't want to be right. And boy, oh boy, it is so, so wrong.