Wilcox wanders off. You down the rest of your wine. You should have dumped it on his head when you first had the impulse.
"That was not the outcome you wanted, but well done standing up for yourself," Alex says. "Don't let him throw you. You have to get right back up on that horse."
You appreciate the words, but can't help but be disappointed in the outcome.
Dr. Bill Lewis, the president of the college, calls down the hall, "If I can have your attention? We will begin serving dinner in the Derby Room in fifteen minutes."
That sets off a stampede of people headed to the bar.