The drink in Savannah Monroe's hands is the key to everything. She saw Brad King mix a few pill capsules into the glass, which can only mean he was going to drug someone. She prides herself on being able to save someone from getting date raped and also finding a way to put the final nail in Akilah's coffin.

"Four shots," Savannah says, flagging down Eve Richmond at the bar.

"Of what?"

Savannah shrugs. "Surprise me."

Eve snatches a liquor bottle and starts to pour shots. "You know, you look kinda familiar."

"I'm a model," Savannah says.

"I don't think that's it," Eve says, sliding the shots across the table. "Here you go. Four of our specialty shots, the Blonde Bombshell, for Miss America's Next Top Model."

Savannah slaps money onto the counter. "Whatever."

As Eve goes off, Savannah quickly tosses the contents from two of the glasses onto the floor. Then she refills them with the drugged alcohol she stole from Brad.

"Who wants shots?" Savannah asks, returning to the dance floor where she finds Akilah standing with Duke.