Back in Mexico, the guys and gals are getting ready for a night on the town. Asa, Mike, and MJ are the first to arrive in Reza’s room. He takes advantage of their alone time to invite them to celebrate Rosh Hashanah with his family. The four Shahs are pumped, as am I because that means we get Reza/daddy drama next week!
Omid decides to introduce himself to Alex. Both guys seem somewhat mature, so there is no scene. GG makes her way to the front of the room to thank everyone for coming to the launch party. Alex leaves, and it looks like GG’s plan works because Omid is ready to take her home. GG tells us that he is her future, or as she stated the previous episode, her “one day ex-husband.” Before GG vamps, she seeks out her sister, who praises all of the effort that she put into the party. I think she is secretly pissed that GG pulled it off.
Reza tells us that it is time for “Heyvoon Bazi,” or animal play. I am immediately grossed out and intrigued at the same time. They even warned Persian Cher that things are going to get crazy. At da club, MJ starts to get crazy. She sees it as her job to get the others excited to be there. Sticking with the diaper theme (Thanks, Aunt Dorsey!), we see MJ has poured herself into a white bandage dress. PC goes on a tirade about drunken people. They are gross. They are sweaty. They smell and so does their breath. You know who doesn’t care about that? The other drunks they’re hanging out with. Do you know why PC notices? She is awful. Finally, the others began to notice how awful. Everything out of her mouth is a complaint. Pan over to MJ who totally loves PC’s discomfort. Asa picks up Persian C’s FIFTEEN THOUSAND DOLLAR PURSE, and PC immediately grabs it and warns Asa that she will get it all sweaty. Just die already! With that, PC decides to make an exit, and all of the Shahs are secretly cheering in their heads.
Later that night, Mike, Asa, and Reza are lounging around someone’s suite, still a little too wired to go to bed. Reza grabs MJ’s purse and dumps the contents. He finds an unlabeled pill bottle with various types of pills in it. MJ enters the room, and everyone acts like Reza didn’t just go through her shit. Reza quickly confronts MJ. She laughs it off and says that the pills are her Chihuahua’s medicine. How dare she blame Pablo! Just like that, the pills are forgotten as MJ and Reza…flirt? They run all over the hotel, screaming and spraying champagne on each other. Gah, Reza loves to blow his load on MJ.
The real definition of “alcohol abuse.”