Episode Report Card Jessica: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT After Hours
By Jessica | Season 1 | Episode 7 | Aired on 11.08.2006
Meanwhile, over at Hogs and Heifers, Ted is ordering a pitcher of beer. Marc asks the waitress if they serve food, and she trots over to let him read her boobs, as the menu is printed on her tank-top. "Anything non-dairy?" Marc wonders. It is here that I must note that he looks about as comfortable at Hogs and Heifers as Betty does at 50 Prince. Ted orders nachos -- with extra chili -- hot wings, and tells the waitress to keep the beer coming. He asks Wil if she likes hot wings, and she gamely responds that they are her favorite snacks! "Especially on Super Bowl Sunday!" As one bartender leaves, another comes up and lies on the bar in front of them, putting a shot glass of tequila in her navel. Marc looks as though he's been asked to drink human blood. "Marc, you can leave, darling," Wil tells him, and he more or less runs out. Ted shakes his head, and does the body shot himself.
Across town, at a bar that looks kind of like the NYC equivalent of Shooters on Melrose Place, Daniel and Salma play pool. She is, predictably, kicking his ass. "I play to win," she tells him. "So keep that wallet out. I'm gonna empty it. Come on. Show me your rack," she purrs. Daniel looks equal parts turned on and freaked out.
Hotel restaurant. The meal is predictably farcically nouvelle cuisine, all tiny pieces of baby corn and wee droplets of pâté. Betty and Walter try to both figure it out, and force it down, as Betty attempts to find more over-the-top adjectives to describe the meal. Walter's contribution is that it's "like eating shaving cream." I suspect he would know firsthand.
In Queens, Ignacio is watching his telenovela. In it, the girl who wears the cape is cuddling the special-needs soccer player. I wonder if he's the father of last week's soccer ball baby. Instead of watching her stories, Hilda looks out the window. I suspect Justin is getting stood up. So does Justin, who assures her that it's okay, and Ignacio agrees, calling Santos a "speeding train coming right at [her]." A speeding train of HOTNESS.
Over at Shooters, Daniel admires Salma's ass. "Why do you think I'm a tease?" she finally asks. "Why do you think I'm a sexaholic?" he retorts. She doesn't answer, and they continue to play pool. Salma scratches and Daniel -- who is not always as dumb as he looks -- wonders why she threw the game. "Because your ego was getting bruised," she smiles. Daniel reminds her that she never answered his question about being a sexaholic. Salma smiles. "I never said that," she tells him. "Wasn't the article about me?" Daniel asks. Salma rolls her eyes. "You are so narcissistic. What makes you think it was not about me?" she asks. And kisses him. Then they do it in a nearby photo-booth.