Still at the newspaper office, Veronica is eyeing the invitation to the "Zeta Theta Beta" "Fall Rush Social," which mandates "tasteful floral dresses" and "beautiful personalities." Veronica complains that she doesn't have a thing to wear. If she's referring to both parts of the request, that's both apt and hilarious. The woman tells her that these parties are notorious for free-flowing booze, and what's more, four different sources (...so, four different sources have seen this, yet they need Veronica to go undercover? Odd) have told stories of the Theta Betas getting pledges liquored up, taking them to a secret room, and having them undress while guys from their brother fraternity watch through a two-way mirror. Veronica is intrigued by the secret room, but she probably just wants to hide in it so that Jared Leto will come find her. I certainly do.
Mac returns to her room to find Parker lying in bed. Parker tells her that she'll soon have the room all to herself. Mac's like, "I will?" She does a valiant job of not letting a note of "More closet space, EEEEE!" into her voice. Parker says that her parents are driving in from Denver, and that her mom especially wants to take Parker home, since she thought Parker was too immature to go away from home in the first place. Mac thinks that maybe it would be best for Parker to be with her family, and Parker tearfully agrees. Well, Mac doesn't know any better, but Parker, what's your excuse? Oh. Whoops.
Cut to a large pink handbag as "Thank Heaven For Little Girls" plays on the soundtrack. Hee. We pan up to see that Veronica has managed to get hold of some sort of reddish-pink and white floral dress. I can't believe she'd spend hard-earned money on it, which makes me wonder if she made it. Which in turn makes me think of Veronica being on Project Runway, which in turn makes me think of Heidi Klum saying "Veronica Mars" over and over again. That was a long thought process, but it was worth it. For me, anyway. A VMVO complains about the dress code, but that's nothing compared to what Veronica experiences when she walks in the door: a group of girls lined up on the stairs start to sing an atrociously sappy and cut-up version of "True Colors," and Keri Lynn Pratt appears to welcome Veronica. That's a one-two punch that would certainly drive me to drink to the point of puking, although if the look on her face is any indication, Veronica's going to take the shorter, less caloric route to the same destination and just vomit on Keri's shoes right now. She's always just so damned practical. Keri's bitchy to Veronica, which threatens to make her more tolerable, but all I have to do is remember that she was in Campus Confidential to start abhorring her and her squeaky voice again. (Actually, I'll admit that I liked her in Jack & Bobby. Poor, sweet, misunderstood show that no one wanted to be friends with. Or something.) Another sister takes Veronica's purse, saying that it's house rules, and then Veronica looks around for anything sordid, but only finds more floral dresses, more bad singing, and more of Keri Lynn Pratt, who offers her lemonade. VMVO: "Worst Roman orgy ever." Titus Pullo would turn things around in a hurry.