House of Lex. Lex is wearing a blue pullover and pouring some Scotch into two glasses as he leans drunkenly over his bar. Lex must have known he lost a lot earlier, because he's certainly had time to go home and juice it up. He clinks the second glass with his own, wallowing in his self-pity. Lana enters through the double doors. She asks if he's all right, and says he sounded upset in his message. I guess she didn't answer. "Probably shouldn't have called," Lex says sardonically. "Shouldn't do a lot of things, but I, uh, seem to do them anyway." Lex turns and stares at Lana. He raises a glass to her and says he's sure she wants to get back to the party. Lana walks to him and says that even though he worked so hard for this, he shouldn't take it so personally. Yeah, it's not like politics are a popularity contest or anything. The voters didn't just dislike you, Lex, they disliked all the things you stand for. Lex asks if Lana knows how many people are cheering because the spoiled rich kid lost to the salt-of-the-earth farmer. He laughs. Lana asks when Lex started caring what people think. "Since I was branded at birth with the sins of my father," he says. "A long time" would have been fine, Lex. Lana nods the way you do when you think someone's being a dick, but you're not ready to say so. Lex gets up close to Lana and says that, for once, he wanted to step out of Papa Luthor's shadow and earn something on his own. I thought Lex did that when he went and formed his own company. Before he takes another drink, Lex tells Lana, "Well, consider yourself lucky you never had a father to endure, huh?" Uh oh. Oh no he mustn't! Lana scrunches up her face in shock and sadness. Did something happen to her parents? How did I miss that? ["Also isn't that Small dude still around?" -- Wing Chun] Lana quietly says that they should talk later when Lex isn't drunk. She walks away.