Episode Report Card Jessica: C- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Ego Tripping At The Gates Of Hell
By Jessica | Season 6 | Episode 7 | Aired on 11.05.2002
Back at the bar, Jen and Blandy pick pieces of glass off the floor. Jen admits that maybe Blandy wasn't so far off base as far as Audrey goes. She says that Audrey isn't usually so…drunk. They finish clearing their section of floor and slide into a booth, where Jen tells Blandy that Audrey seemed "well-adjusted and confident" when they met her. Blandy tells her that it's hard to keep up a front for so long. And he knows. Because he used to do just that. Blandy started drinking at twelve and was a full-on alcoholic by high school, he explains. The way this season's been going, I wish I'd started drinking at twelve. "It was tough to get off of," he finishes awkwardly. Jen points out that at least he did it. He nods and tells her that he had to hit rock bottom first, which he did by getting wasted at a party, saying mean things to his friends, and making his girlfriend really, really, really mad. Jen looks sympathetic. As far as rock bottom goes, that's pretty mild. I mean, there's "making your girlfriend mad enough to break up with you," and then there's "getting behind the wheel and killing innocent people in a drunk driving accident." Blandy got off easy. "So, there's that! Which is why I don't date anymore," Blandy finishes. Jen tells him not to be so hard on himself. "Jen, you really don't want to know that much about me, I promise," Blandy tells her.
Dude, I totally forgot about Pacey. Down in New Orleans, he and the hooker race into his bed-and-breakfast, kissing all the way. What kind of whore makes out with her john? Has no one on the writing staff seen Pretty Woman? Pacey is still unaware that his lady-friend is a woman of ill repute, and is pretty stoked to be getting it on with such a hot chick.
Back to the bar. Joey wanders up to Oliver, who is trying to clean up the disaster Audrey wrought. "Some night, huh?" she asks. "Yep," he responds shortly. Joey finally apologizes meekly. "It wasn't your problem, right?" Oliver says, shrugging and crossing the room to clean up yet another mess. Joey follows, insisting that her friends didn't come out with the intention to trash the joint. Oliver rolls his eyes and tells her that he doesn't even know why they're having this conversation; surely she has better things to do than listen to him. Joey flails her arms in the air and says that she can't understand how he could even think that, considering the fact that every time she approaches him, it's because she wants to talk to him. Oliver leans on his broom and explains that he just doesn't know who it is that he's talking to: the rich girl, or the bartender? I don't understand why Joey doesn't explain to Oliver that she, too, is from the famed Wrong Side Of The Tracks. Instead, she just tells him that she thought "there was more of an intimate middle ground" between them. Oliver sniffs that you learn about people when you see them with their friends. Joey, following him through his chores like a puppy dog, yelps that he sees her with her friends all the time! Climbing behind the bar, Oliver makes the salient point that it's different when her friends are insulting him to his face. Joey says that if makes him feel better, Audrey just ripped her a new one in the bathroom. "It would make me feel better, Joey, if you have defended me," Oliver finally tells her. "If you had mentally shown up there, that would have been nice." Joey's eyes are huge. She reminds Oliver, rather loudly, that Audrey was drunk, and she wasn't about to get into it with her. They deal with drunk people all the time, she tells him. Oliver says some more stuff about how he never should have thought she was different, but I started to tune out. I mean, we get it. Consider the conflict well and truly set up. "This dance we do? It's just flirting. There is nothing more there," Oliver tells her. Joey is stunned. "Where did I go wrong?" Her It asks. "We did everything right! The melty-wax face! The crooked half-smile! Even the coveted tongue-through-teeth cutesy face! How could this be?" Oliver just raises his brows at her. "You don't think there's anything here?" she parrots. "Nothing good," Oliver says. Wow, tough night for Potter.
New Orleans. Pacey and the hooker make out on his bed. He unzips her dress, kissing her neck. The hooker looks down at him. "This isn't your first time, is it?" she asks. Pacey wonders if he's really "that bad." The hooker shrugs that most guys don't bother with the foreplay. "I'm pretty much a sure thing," she tells him. Pacey makes quick confused face, but apparently just decides that she's a weirdo and to go with it, and promises her that he'll do his best not to tend to any of her needs. But he can't promise anything. They kiss some more, and the hooker takes a quick glance at the clock. "Seriously, we've been at this for while now and your friend didn't pay for the night," she says. Pacey pulls back at her for his moment of Oh, My God, This Woman Is A Professional! The hooker rolls her eyes, realizing that she's never going to seal the deal, and tells him that Bobby Briggs was trying to do him a favor. "Enjoy it," she says. But Pacey can't! She can stay in his room as long as she likes, but he's not going to be able to bang a whore! And then he runs out, leaving her there. Oh, Pacey! Never leave the hooker alone in your room! What if she steals your pants? Don't you watch Seinfeld?