Scraggle and J.B. are setting up at the sweet sixteen party. J.B. is testing the mic and says, "Okay, everybody get ready to shake your booty!" Scraggle tells him not to say that. ["I second that motion." -- Sars] J.B. screws something up and gets loud feedback from the system. Scraggle darts over to help him. The feedback continues and some suited-up chick walks over, saying, "Hey, hey! Im going deaf here!" J.B. tells her they were just testing the equipment. "Yeah, well, it didnt pass," The Chick says. The two guys stand up, transfixed by this vision of loveliness, and introduce themselves. The Chick introduces herself as "Sophie" and says, "And Im guessing you guys are new at this." Simultaneously, J.B. says they are "old pros" and Scraggle says its their "first gig." They look at each other. J.B. asks if she works for the hotel, and she tells them that shes an event coordinator with the caterer. J.B. says that theyll make sure she gets one of their cards. "We dont have a card," Scraggle says. "When we do," J.B. says. Sophie tells them that first theyd better "spin some music, because in about five seconds, two hundred teenagers are going to come pouring through those doors ready to disco." J.B. tells her hes all over it. Yeah, more like hes all over her. Both guys watch Sophies butt as she walks away. They crouch back down to play with the equipment and one of them sets off the loud feedback again.
Sarah is on the subway with Flynn, who is gabbing on her cell phone, "I mean was she trying to look like a cow or -- hello? Hello?" "They dont work down here," Sarah tells her, "you might actually have to talk to me." Flynn tells her she doesnt talk to baby-sitters. Sarah retorts, "Its my job, okay? And if you hadnt been skipping school --" "Im back in school, okay? And Ive pretty much been taking care of myself for at least five years so heres an idea: take the money and run cause nobody needs you!" Sarah closes her mouth. Im going to like Flynn. A lot.