We start off with Clint and Mika at the batting cages, talking about liking each other while Rachel and Sarah are at lunch talking about disliking Mika. We see bits of each conversation at a time in typical overly-produced-reality fashion. Mika tells Clint she thinks he's misunderstood just as Sarah tells Rachel that Mika probably doesn't know the whole story behind Clint and Rachel's relationship. Why Sarah, color me impressed! That is very perceptive of you considering she JUST MOVED INTO TOWN. Maybe you should rethink treating her like she has an airborne strain of Ectrodactyly.

Across town, the Sekret Service is hanging out and talking about the socioeconomic state of Tibet... I mean music. My B! Coincidentally, they decide that they need some fresh meat, and maybe a male/female duo. Wait a second, isn't Mika fresh meat? But is she interested in singing, in Nashville? Doubtful.

Turns out our Kentucky-bumpkin has went and got herself a job at a bar in town called Losers. I am going to go ahead and say that you must have a hell of a lot of self confidence to be an indentured servant at Losers Bar & Grill. Mika's coworker Erika is nice to the newest Loser and tells her she'll get the hang of it pretty quick (PS - a quick Google search confirms that Losers is a real place and they have no menu, only BBQ ribs and pork sandwiches. Can it BE that difficult to serve beer and BBQ ribs? Let's find out...). Cue the Coyote Ugly montage of Mika not being able to open a can of beer, Mika juggling 3 whole bottles at a time, Mika finding out the beer costs $2.25, not $2.00, and saying to the customer "I need a quarter." They don't seem too amused.

Ugh, what a loser.

Just as Erika and Mika are discussing Mika's desire to sing, the Sekret Service walk into the bar. Fancy that, they manage Erika, who in turn introduces Mika. They are chatting her up because she's cute and make her sing on demand. She does a shaky 10 seconds of her own song and they are impressed. They want her to take a slot (because they want to fill her slot. Hiyo! Sorry, that was inappropriate) at their next show because they've got a few more openings. Well, one week and you've got a gig? That was easy. If only everything were that easy, I could finally fulfill my lifelong dream of being a professional sleeper. Pachita Fun Fact: Sleeping is my second favorite thing to do.

Does Erika even have one of these coveted slots? Girly you are just making friends all over the place! Actually, it seems there are no hard feelings because Erika wants Mika to come to a BBQ at the SS house that weekend.

When Mika arrives home that night, there's a gift bag hanging on her doorknob. Oh, Mika, don't open it. 97% of anonymous gift bags left on doorknobs are full of body parts and/or dead animals (PS - readers, I've actually been meaning to talk to you about this, its getting a little weird...). Turns out this one falls into the 3% and is a dress from Clint with a note inviting her to dinner tonight. GAG. Oh, and he's sending a car for her. DOUBLE GAG.

Another day, another carcass.

Anyhoo, she goes over to his house for dinner looking nice and demure and wait... did we already talk about how strange it is that he left a dress on her doorknob? How does he know her size? Oh, and isn't he a little old to be living at home, considering he is very well off on his own? Regardless, he invites her to a pool party he is having that weekend but, alas, it is the same night as the SS bonfire. Sucks to suck, Clint!

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