Shawn and Gus dropped Susie back at the office so they could go run around town and get some stuff. You know, do some guy things. However, they ended up losing track of time. It was 6:25 when Shawn checked Gus' watch.

"Shit," he said. "We've got five minutes to get across town to my dad's house."

"Should we drive by and get Susie?" asked Gus as they got in the car.

"I don't know," said Shawn. "Hang on." He got his phone out and called Susie. After a few seconds of 'This is the New Shit', Susie answered.

"Hello?" she said, sounding somewhat breathless.

"Hey, do you want to come to that dinner at my dad's house?" asked Shawn.

"Um, no thanks. Maybe next time."

"You sure?"

"You're already running kinda late, Shawn," said Susie.

"Yeah, well, it just wouldn't be a dinner at my dad's without him criticizing me about always being late among other things…"

"Not, it's cool. I'm just gonna, you know, do some stuff."

"So long as you aren't doing someone." Said Shawn, which received a very strange look from Gus. "Did you ever call Skyler?"

"Um, yeah." There was a noise in the background, like someone dropping something with lots of little things in it.

"What was that?" asked Shawn.

"Nothing." said Susie.

"So, what'd Skyler want?"

"Um, nothing really. Just to confess his undying love for me. You know. Normal stuff."

"Are you okay, Suze? You sound kinda... weird. Like you're out of breath or something--"

"No, I'm fine. Totally fine."

"Alright, well, me and Gus will be eating at my dad's house if you need something. Please don't hesitate to call."

"Right," said Susie.

"Oh, one more thing. The guy you like- is it Lassiter?"

"Shawn, don't be a jackass."

"Susie--"

"Biblical term."

"Still."

"My bad. But no. It's not detective Lassiter."

"You know he has at least one pair of his own handcuffs," Shawn said, which gave him a slap from Gus. "Dude, eyes on the road."

"Don't be a jackass, Shawn." said Gus.

"What is it with people and that word all of a sudden?"

"Lassiter's cuffs don't have pink leopard fur. That's a must for me." said Susie.

"You never know with an Irish man," said Shawn. "They may have tiny men in green hats on the cereal box, but in their pants--"

"Okay, well, I'm going to have to stop this conversation before it crosses the line," said Susie.

"You mean it hasn't already?" asked Shawn. "Well, if you insist. Goodnight, Suze."

"Night," Susie said as she hung up.

"Well, that was an interesting conversation from this side," said Gus. "I can only imagine what went on on Susie's side."

"Your mom," said Shawn.

"Don't bring my mother into this, Shawn."

"Dude, why can't you be more black?"

"What are you talking about? My skin is more than just tan."

"Gus, if I had said 'your mom' to any other black person, they'd be like 'Don't you dare bring my momma into this, white boy. She makes the best fried chicken in all the world and you ain't gonna muss her name up.'"

"Well, that wasn't stereotypical at all," said Gus.

"Yeah, well, it's the world we live in, my friend."

While Shawn was showing off his 'black side' to Gus, Susie was rushing around the Psych office, putting on make-up and fixing her hair.

"I'm really glad you decided to come with me, Susie," said Skyler as he held the car door open for her. Susie smiled slightly and slid out of the car.

"And you look amazing," said Skyler. "I mean, you always look great, but tonight…."

Susie stiffened slightly as Skyler placed a hand on her arm, but resisted the urge to back away. She looked around. She certainly didn't stand out with her neon yellow fishnet tights, black mini skirt, mid-calf length combat boots, and a practically skin-tight white scoop neck tee.

And her make-up was skimpy compared to some of the people she saw. Susie wasn't sure how one did her make-up for a pre-gig party, so she decided to go for the vamp-tramp look. She'd painted her eyelids a bright blue, with a thick black circle of eyeliner. Her mascara was really thick, lengthening her eyelashes. A light coat of ruby lipstick and facial glitter topped it off.

Apparently, pre-gig parties attracted a lot of strange characters with even stranger looks. As Skyler led Susie through the house, Susie began to wonder if she was in a carnival or a nut house.

"Skyler!"

A group of girl wearing practically nothing came up. They all started talking to Skyler. Susie felt invisible and surrounded. Somehow, bottles of beer ended up in her and Skyler's hands.

"Thanks for the drink, ladies. We've got to go."

As the girls began to whine, Skyler slipped his free hand into Susie's and began to pull her through the house. They found one of the least crowded couches and sat down. Next to them, a couple was busy playing tonsil hockey.

Skyler popped the cap off his beer and took a swig. "So," he said to Susie. "How do you fancy the life of a rock star?"

"It's….. indescribable." said Susie, pulling her legs closer to her as the couple fell from the couch and onto the floor, never stopping or slowing their game.

"Yeah," said Skyler, taking another drink. "And to think it might be over by tomorrow."

"What are you talking about? Shawn'll be able to find your drummer in time."

Skyler sighed. "It's not just that. Baby Fall Off the Stage is losing popularity. No one cares about us anymore. We play the same five songs over and over and sound like shit." Skyler downed the rest of his beer. "And with Billie disappearing all the time….."

"If your band is so screwed up, you only have a few options to make it better."

"Like what?"

"Get a new drummer. Write new songs. Practice more. Or just break up."

"Susie, what are you--"

"Skyler, if it sucks this much, you've got to do something. And breaking up is probably the easiest."

"But, Susie, I really like you."

Susie stared at the drunk next to her. "Not with me, you idiot. Break up the band. Besides, we aren't on a date."

Skyler was quiet for a minute. Then he slurred "Are you saying Baby Fall Off the Stage should just quit?"

"Yes. This is stupid. Just break up and let everyone go their separate ways."

"How can you say that? We sound great. People love us. You're just jealous!" Skyler stood up and wobbled away at a surprising speed, for a drunk.

"Jesus," Susie said. "He has got to get a higher alcohol tolerance lever." She got up and stepped over the people passed out and lying on the floor. She looked around for Skyler. She finally found him upstairs, in a surprisingly empty bedroom.

He looked up when she came in. "Susie! So glad you're here!" He stood up, but fell back down on the bed.

Susie walked towards him. "Skyler, come on."

He looked up at her. "When'd you get here?"

Susie bent down to look at Skyler. His pupils seemed to be an irregular size. "Skyler, did you take anything before you came here tonight?"

"Wow," Skyler said. "You've got great boobs."

Susie smacked Skyler. "Sky! Get a grip."

Without warning, Skyler grabber her and kissed her. He tasted like alcohol.

'Groady,' thought Susie. She pulled away. "Come on, Skyler. We're going home."

"No," Skyler said, pulling Susie back down so she was on her back. "I've got to have you."

"What?" asked Susie.

But Skyler wasn't paying attention. He somehow managed to pull himself so he was on top of Susie, kissing her and pulling at her clothes.

"Skyler, get off. This isn't funny anymore." Susie pushed him, but he was strong. He stayed right where he was. He could feel her muscles tense up and her breathing change.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Your psychic fuck buddy not here to save you?"

Susie stopped struggling for a minute. Did he know how she felt about Shawn? "Skyler, he's not my--"

"If he hasn't banged you by now, then he's either gay or retarded."

"Skyler, I swear to God--"

But whatever Susie was about to swear about was lost, as Skyler pressed his lips to hers, keeping the words in her throat. But they had the company of his tongue. Skyler's hand was now in Susie's shirt, and Susie could feel the bulge in Skyler's pants growing.

Susie's mind began to race. She had to do something. The alcohol seemed to make Skyler stronger, which scared Susie. What would happen if she couldn't get him away?

"Skyler," she said in a sickeningly sweet voice. She tried as hard as she could to keep the fear out of her voice. It had to be strong and confident for this to work. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Skyler's face was blank. But then he said "Oh, yeah. That." He kissed her on the forehead, leaned over to the bedside table and began to dig around in the drawer.

With him distracted, Susie made her move. She pushed Skyler off of her. He made a wonderful thunk upon the carpeted floor. He lay there on the floor, looking dazed, when Susie stepped down hard with the heel of her boot in that one precious area to guys.

While Skyler was rolling around in the fetal position, Susie ran. She ran out of the room, out of the house, and around to the next street. She slowed to catch her breath and find out where she was. But she realized that she had no idea where she was. Susie started freaking. What to do, what to do?