Important to note in this crazy-assed photo is that she's wearing a badge that says "A Night with Ike Davis: VIP" Also notable is that she's surrrounded by not one, not two, but three flannel-flying young men. Which reminds me of something I noted in the photo I cropped Ike's huggy-huggy shot: Ike --- despite being a big-shot big-leaguer and the son of a big-shot big-leaguer --- is not particular about the class of party he will rock. Drinking from the a plastic cup in the unrenovated kitchen of a grad student group home? Oh, yeah, he's all over that. Daddy Ron would do well to warn him about the age of the young ladies he parties with, however.