TEXT: [We open with just blue lights and mostly naked, mostly wet men. Wet chests. Flashing lights. A man who looks suspiciously like a woman. Wet. Naked. The only not naked guy in the entire building is Michael.] Michael: You know, it's gonna happen. Ben: What's gonna happen? Michael: That we're gonna go back to your place. Ben: Yeah? Michael: And then I rip off your clothes. Ben: Sounds good, after that? Michael: I rip my opinion like wrestle-mania. Let's just dance the bitching match. I work with my tongue down... Ben: Why? Michael: Why gonna this far? Ben: OK. I say let's get out of here and f*ck. Michael: Well, that's my fantasy anytime. [He looking to Brian] Brian! You're back. How was Miami? Brian: It rained every day and I never left the hotel. Ben: Uh, that White Party was a real success. Brian: [to Ben] Not as good as the one a couple of years ago. Ben: Yeah. Michael: You two are at the White Party together? Brian: A long time before Pittsburgh. Ben: Yeah, I was there to a research for a paper. "The Influrences of Tribal Ritual On Queer Cultures Yet." Michael: C'mon, do you want talk or dance? Ben: Let's dance. [Justin follows Brian over to the bar wearing a very knowing look.] Brian: What? Justin: You f*cked him, didn't you? Brian: Who? Justin: Who do you think? Ben. Brian: Where did you that idea? Justin: He's only, like, the hottest guy I've ever seen. How many times did you f*ck him? I want numbers and positions. Brian: Once...twice. Justin: I'm getting hard just thinking about it. How come you haven't told Michael? Brian: It's the first rule of Gay Etiquette is never talk about your past f*cks. Especially when your past f*ck is your best friends current f*ck. [Justin just nods.
SUMMARY:
Michael has trouble dealing with the news that his new boyfriend Ben once slept with his best friend Brian. Debbie needs to do something about the dead boy found behind her diner. She impresses Detective Horvath with her sleuthing. Ted gets a shot at being accepted by the elite A-Gays of Pittsburgh.