This is my chance!

I abruptly grabbed a glass of champagne from the hands of a passing waiter, and practically ran towards Amalia. On the way, I picked up the tray, and just as she raised her hand to get the bartender's attention, I abruptly placed the glass of the drink on the silver stand, pouring a few drops of the drug into the champagne.

God knows how much gamma-hydroxybutyrate had to be dripped, I splashed almost half of the vial. It won't be redundant.

Amalia didn't even look at me. She looked behind me, at her husband, and therefore drank the champagne in one gulp. I breathed a sigh...