In the dead of night in a small hideaway office in the deserted Capitol, a clandestine meeting takes place between two senators with one goal.
They grin at each other as they lift their celebratory shots of brutally cold Stolichnaya.
â€œOur toast to The One,â€ they say in unison, â€œis that heâ€™s toast.â€
â€œObama should have picked you, Hillary,â€ John McCain tells her. â€œIt isnâ€™t fair, my friend. But it just makes it easier for me to whup him.â€
â€œDonâ€™t worry, John, Iâ€™ve put it behind me,â€ Hillary replies. â€œIâ€™m looking toward the future now, a future that looks very bright, once we send Twig Legs back to the back bench.â€
They chortle with delight.