You don't need to be the most powerful person in the room all the time, B.

[She skims the few left at his table, wishing they were all gone, but it doesn't stop her from grabbing the her whiskey and having a sip. It's terrible: she's much more used to the cheap stuff that's all but guaranteed to give you a hangover.]

So is this what you're gonna do, now? Build a clubbing empire?