Open season
Everyone else seemed busy talking about something important. Even Azariah had just excused himself to go talk to an important business partner who needed to see him on something urgent.
Amy looked around the hall for Ricky and Araceli, and just as she predicted, they were both engrossed in a conversation or two with other people, she waited by the corner of the fancy hall, it was near the finite champagne pyramid filled glasses. Amy felt the insane urge to go at it again but her self awareness won't let her.
I mean it was free, and it wasn't like those rich fucks were going to drink it anyway but she had had many, too many to count and she was still trying to get her self under control from the last champagne spree she just had.
The water she took did a great job in her system because she was now feeling mildly tipsy compared to her initial fully drunk self.