I didn't stop for air. The wine poured down my throat in heavy, unbroken gulps. Red rivulets escaped the corners of my mouth and trailed down to my collarbones.
The crowd around me started jeering. Some clapped. Some cheered.
Halfway through, my stomach revolted. A violent wave of nausea surged up my throat.
I clenched my jaw and forced it back down. Tears squeezed from the corners of my eyes.
Finally, the bottle was empty.
I slammed it down on the table so hard the glasses rattled.
"Done."
My body swayed, but I locked my knees and refused to fall.
"Satisfied, Miss Graves?"
Vivienne blinked, caught off guard for half a second.
"Not bad. You can hold your liquor."
She let out a soft laugh, then drove her foot into my ankle.
I lost my balance completely, pitching forward with nothing to catch me.
Crash.
The champagne tower came down in a cascade of shattering glass.
I landed on the wreckage. Shards sliced into my palms and knees, and I felt the sharp, wet sting of a dozen cuts opening at once.
Before I could even push myself up, Vivienne's voice split the air in a shrill, panicked scream.
"My necklace! My pink diamond necklace is gone!"
She jabbed a finger at me where I lay sprawled on the floor.