It's been a long, emotional, Lemonade-less night, full of technical difficulties, a capella nonsense and foolish forced renditions of "Sweet Caroline" that no one wants to sing.
Adele took home the night's biggest prizes, Beyonce remained blissfully classy (and magnificently pregnant) and we are reminded yet again that Prince and George Michael will never be replicated, or replaced.
But Riri, who was nominated, but also there for the party, snuck in a bedazzled flask. And took slugs throughout the night, as she danced, sang and raised her brows at the show in front of her.
Ri, we feel you girl.