At the party, Beaver chugs a beer, as Dick exhorts him and Mac watches. Dick's pleased at the performance, and he goes off in search of fresh meathead. Beaver suggests to Mac that they check out the room, and Mac makes a joke about "liquid courage" that's as ill-advised as her over-applied blue eye shadow and her decision not to continually check her voicemail for the first time in her life. They head towards the room, when Corny, rather irritatingly, tells them the news that Keith caught The Woodman....

...and then we're in a dark room, wherein something is happening under the sheets of a large bed. Next time you're in a nervous situation with a woman, fellows, down a beer and mention a child molester. Works every time. Mac's phone goes off again in the foreground. So she took it out of the pouch, but didn't check her messages? I could believe that of some people, but not Mac. Especially since she must have had a moment to herself -- that beer would have gone through a little thing like Beaver in about two minutes flat. Also, I hate to cast aspersions on the abilities of the uninitiated, but the movements of whatever poor production assistant under the covers is making it look like one of the kids is on PCP, while the other's on heroin. I suppose events to come will give strong clues as to who's on what.

Veronica enters the party. She quickly finds Logan and asks about Beaver and Mac. She's about to spill the story when Dick butts in, and she chooses to clam up. I don't blame her -- Dick may have few conversational inhibitions, but the "your brother's a killer" speech is still going to be kind of awkward. Instead, Veronica simply asks Dick where Beaver is, and is somewhat drunkenly told that he and Mac are up in the room, possibly making love, or playing Dungeons And Dragons, or -- and hee -- both at the same time: "They're both, like, twelfth-level dorks." Yeah, but Beaver's alignment is going to prove to be just a little different than we thought. (I've got a few dork levels myself.)

Speaking of whom, a shirtless Beaver is forlornly staring at the ceiling as Mac tells him, "Don't worry about it." Poor, sweet girl -- absolutely fricking clueless to the end. She tells him that she's having a great time, and she does seem pretty chipper given that when he was on top of her, the weight of his issues must have made it kind of tough to breathe. Mac says that she just needs to take a shower and then they can head back down to the party. Beaver tilts his head her way....