Before Nan can explain to him about how that's not going to fly, she gets a call on one of her million devices and has to leave for some very important PR thing in Portland. Eric's like, "But I thought we were going to fight or you would kill me or something! I thought this would be a drag, but it's just fun!" Nan says that either Eric is full of shit or else there's a shitstorm about to hit, but either way it's just too annoying to deal with. She orders some Fed-grade coffins in, because Eric and Pam are on lockdown until this gets decided.
Before leaving, though, Nan points out that whether or not Russell actually has a problem with the AVL or the Authority, he just gave them a half-mil, so it's a clear conflict. Gotcha. Lobbyists. Please, if Russell cared about warping public opinion into pointless hysteria he would have just given that money to a bunch of racist retards and told them vampires are socialists.
Tommy's vigorous sex sounds visually intriguing, if nothing else. Sam comes in to loud music and yells, "Jesus, put on some clothes!" Tommy goes, "Sorry, can't hear you. Lemme put on some clothes." (The drumset goes, "badum-psssh!") Tommy introduces his acrobatic partner in crime, Nicole, and struts his funny little body around. She looks like Blake Lively had a baby with Farrah Fawcett ca. 1989. Also from the '80s is Tommy's bush, which is like the fourth character in this scene. When Sam whines about it he points out that fun is fun and that of the three of them, Sam's the only one that is not naked and on drugs and having a great time. Tommy would be good, I think, to get drunk with.
Sam swears he did have fun (like this one time, in Canada, with somebody you don't know that goes to a different school) but now he's a landlord and they can't be fucking the neighbors awake. Especially if those neighbors are horrible Arlene. "You tellin' me that as my landlord? Or my dad?" Even Nicole thinks it's weird that Tommy always calls Sam his dad and Tommy's like, "Yeah, that kind of is weird actually."