Episode Report Card Demian: A | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Stars shining bright above you
By Demian | Season 1 | Episode 5 | Aired on 11.03.1998
Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Prue's refusal of the cocktail leads to a bit of sisterly banter wherein Phoebe and Piper praise Prue's change of attitude, and then we follow Skye over to the rejected suitor's table. She explains the situation while setting the glass on his table. Once he realizes he'll not be getting any from Prue this evening, Sugar Johansen chooses to leer at Skye instead while -- get this -- flicking the switch on the arm of his motorized wheelchair to pull away from the table a bit. He asks if Skye would like in on a little cripple action. Smooth. Get his inappropriate, wheelchair-bound ass ejected and barred, Skye. Immediately. She doesn't listen to me. Rather, she stutters and stammers and turns him down with the "we can't date customers" excuse. Ah, the mistakes of the neophyte waitress. A little tip for you, Skye, should you be reincarnated after you meet the nasty end I'm certain is in store for you later in the episode: Invest in a cheap used wedding ring. You can find a wide selection at your neighborhood pawnbroker's. That way, you can flash it at the inappropriates with both righteous indignation and, perhaps, an outraged tale of woe wherein you note you've only taken the job so you can support your husband and children until your husband recovers from the gunshot wounds he received on foot patrol in the Mission District and can rejoin the force. If you're good enough with the outrage, the inappropriates might be so mortified as to leave you guilt-ridden fistfuls of cash as gratuities, and that certainly helps out when a girl needs to pay the rent. Damn. Another tangent. When I return, Skye has shuttled off to the bar to pick up another order.
Later that evening, in a gorgeous converted Victorian rooming house with a rooftop deck, Skye prepares for bed. We know she's a good girl because her simple, tasteful, demure white cotton nightgown tells us so. She sets her alarm, and the camera pulls into the clock's digital face as she shuts off the light. An hour and a half later (which, by the way, is a nice touch, because REM cycles hit once every ninety minutes or so, and if you don't know why I noticed that, you haven't read the title of this episode, so scroll back up to the top of the page before continuing. No, that's all right. We'll wait right here for you), a gentleman wheezes and turns on her light with a black-gloved hand. "Hello, Skye," he rasps as she groggily opens her eyes. He clamps his other hand over her mouth as she begins to struggle. The lighting shifts from the yellowish incandescence of Skye's night lamp to a rich, reddish, cinematic glow, and the camera reveals that her visitor is none other than Sugar Johansen. "You're in my world now," he breathes with the expected menace. The shot shifts to a swirling overhead as he flips the covers off her body and drags her to her feet beside the bed. Her nightie has been replaced by a white satin bias-cut gown, her blonde hair has been swept up and twisted a la Grace Kelly (or, more appropriately, Ginger Rogers), and an off-white chiffon scarf has been wrapped around her neck.