[flashback:]
Bartender: Just water tonight, huh? Designated driver?
Eleanor: Yeah, it sucks.
Bartender: I think it's awesome. I mean, someone's got to do it, right? I think it's a cool thing to do for people.
Eleanor: Yeah. No... No, I meant... I meant... I... It sucks that I can't do it more often, you know? I actually prefer it to drinking. Staying sober and knowing my friends will get home safe, that's my buzz.
[Eleanor walks over to her co-workers' table]
Eleanor: Hey, guys, good news and bad news. See that hot bartender over there? He's into me, and we're gonna bang it out. The bad news is, it means I can't drive you guys home. But I did call a cab for you guys. But they recognized my number, and they didn't want to come. I've thrown up in a lot of cabs. So are we good here?
Betsy: Eleanor, you have a very important choice to make. If you blow us off, you are banned from Thursday night drinks forever.
Eleanor: Yeah, I'm good with that. I'll see you guys at work. Peace! You, let's go.