Swingin' from the Chandelier

The presidents of two countries are in a pub just south of Lincoln City. By now, the press has seen all the superficial parts of this foreign affair...and Fitz is sure that that's more than the First Lady will tolerate.

They sit at a bar table, laughing. There's a crowd around them. Ophir is humiliating Fitz in a drinking contest. She may be a Semite, but she's no Muslim.

And, they sing a karaoke duet. Naturally, the press is everywhere. The duet's being recorded. With luck, this won't appear on CNN...

Their singing isn't perfect...but then, no one ever expects it to be. They salute Zane Williams's "99 Bottles"-best they can, considering how drunk they are-and sing:

Meanwhile, the First Lady is back in Lincoln City, shopping. She's interested in having a baby with Fitz. There's much she must do. She often finds herself having to do it without him...

Everywhere, TVs are on. They broadcast the fools her husband and the Afroasian president make of themselves at a bar in Virginia. Like an obsessed bimbo, Mellie doesn't see them. She doesn't even acknowledge the thrill-seeking crowds that assemble before some of them.

Plus, she doesn't know her own husband's singing voice. Figures...

Having fun, Fitz and Ophir sing another duet. They do their best to salute Roger Creager's "Swingin' from the Chandelier," despite their more-than-drunkenness.

Fitz and Ophir are both so drunk, they don't notice that the walls of the bar are made of anything but adobe... But on the upside, both her phone and his phone stay silent, for this song.

For the last note, Fitz improvises a great tenor forte, which both knocks a lot of socks off and disgusts many. Some of the female patrons are terrified; and at this, Mellie and Liv will NEVER have been gladder to miss out on one of Fitz's lower moments.

Fitz strains his vocal cords. Ophir bats her eyes, and offers him a glass of water. With bloodshot eyes, he coughs a "thank you," and drinks it. All around, everyone's applauding.

"Show me your place," Ophir hiccups/whispers. "I'm sure it's grand."

Fitz hiccups. "You've no idea...Madame President."

His eyes are crossed. He's staring down her blouse...