Season 1, Episode 15: Jumpsuit Day
I came back from a sales call and I was in the bedroom changing out of my suit, and...

"Guess what today is!"
"It's Wednesday?"
"Well, yeah, but...it's Jumpsuit Day!"
"Oh, I see."

"What? You don't like jumpsuit day?"
"Amber, dear, I have to tell you something."
"What's that?"
"I hate to tell you this, but most guys are..."
"What?"
"Not really all that into jumpsuits on chicks."

"I'm sorry - what did you say? Guys don't like jumpsuits? Impossible."
"Yeah, I know, but there it is."

"I mean, but I look hot in this. Come on."
"You'd look hot in anything. But..."

"Ummm, I'm sorry - what did you say?"
"I said you'd look hot in anything."

"That is soooo sweet of you to say. Especially while you're complaining about my jumpsuit."
"I'm just saying that there are other things you might look hotter in."

"Hmmm, I'll have to think about that. But are you really gonna ban Jumpsuit Day?"
"I didn't say that. But how about if bras are prohibited if we're going to have Jumpsuit Day in the future?"

"Oh. Well, OK!"
"I'm not really a fan of jumpsuits, but I'll admit that if there's gonna be flashing, I can get used to it. Plus, blonde hair, huh?"

"It's just an experiment. OK, I'll go change."
Just then the doorbell rang. I told Amber she might want to get dressed.
And downstairs...
"Peyton, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I just came by to check on you and the robot. Where'd she go?"
"She's upstairs. I thought you hated Amber. What's up with this?"

"Nothing! OK, I was thinking that the other night at Sasha's party I probably could have been nicer to you, and so I wanted to come over and apologize."
"All right, then. Apology accepted."

"Yay!" she said, and gave me a very unexpected kiss on the lips.
Just then, Amber showed up.

"Oh," she said. "It's you. I, ummm."
"Amber," I said, "you remember Peyton. She came here to apologize for being mean to you."

"She did?"
"Uhhhh, yeah," Peyton said. "You look really pretty, by the way."

"Oh my God! That's so sweet of you! Especially since you look AMAZING in your suit! Oscar, do you think I could buy one? I would soooo love to have a look like that, and..."
"Uhhh, let's slow our roll, sweetie," I said.

"Oscar, you aren't gonna buy her a suit?" asked Peyton.
"She doesn't need a suit. And we're running into acquisitions overload around here."

"Oh, well, that's not a problem. Amber, you're about my size. I can give you hand-me-downs if you want some help building your wardrobe."
"Really? Oh my God that's so amazing! Oscar, isn't that amazing?"
Peyton smiled at me. Amber was beaming.
"I smell a rat," I said. "Peyton, you've never been this generous in your life. Something is going on."
"Ummm," said Amber, taking a cue, "I'm going to vacuum the upstairs for a while."
"OK, honey," said Peyton. "You do that."
And up the stairs Amber went.
"All right, what is it?" I asked Peyton.

"So tomorrow night is the Ladies' Benevolent Society Pink Ball, and I need a date for it. My other plus-one fell through."
"You want to make me go to that? It's basically torture."

"Yeah, but I'll totally make it worth your while. I'm literally gonna give Amber a bunch of clothes, and you know my stuff all looks good."
"That's great for Amber. I don't know what it does for me."

"It'll save you money!"
"No it won't. She's addicted to shopping. She went out with Kim yesterday and came back with like five shopping bags full of stuff. And most of it looks freakin' dumb on her, because Kim dresses like a moron and now she's trying to influence Amber."

"I'm not gonna take Amber shopping, dude. Don't even ask."
"I'm not asking. You're the one asking here."

"Fine. Go with me to this thing and I promise you'll get laid."
"Oh? By you, I assume?"
She just looked at me.
"Yeah, all right," I said. "I'll go. But I'm doing you a favor here, and you haven't earned it."

"I will," she said. "You know I will."
Peyton is a colossal pain in the ass. She's hot, but she's not all that likable. For some reason, though, I like her enough to put up with her.
It's the sex. I won't lie - she's pretty good in bed. It's probably her best quality, even if it's purely transactional at this point.
She kissed me again and left. And then I had to figure out how to tell Amber what was happening.