“The sign of a good champagne,” Pierce told her, “and it can be lethal
if drunk too fast.”He obliged, tipping the bottle to her glass when she
nudged him for a second refill. Staring intoher eyes, he whispered, “You
wouldn’t want to ruin your new experience, would you?”After taking a
sip of this new glass, she nodded. “You’re right—as usual. Hey,”she
perked up. “I know what’ll keep me sober.” She rose from her chair and
tugged on hissleeve. “Dancing…
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