Sharbius
Champagne was wonderful. It was the only alcohol that Sharon allowed herself to drink when she was in Madripoor. For one, she sipped it slowly, and didn't get drunk (like the embarrassing first night of the festival on Asgardia), for another, she could make sure to open her own bottle--less likely to be spiked or altered if she witnessed it opening herself.
She took a sip once he handed her the flute, enjoying the feel of the bubbles, the familiar sharp flavor on her tongue. It was the expensive kind, meaning that it was a beautiful, full-bodied drink, rather than cheap wine with bubbles.
"Nothing's wrong," Sharon insisted gently, taking a step closer. "I..." she lowered her voice. After all, this was private between them. She didn't want anyone else around overhearing. "I talked with Bruce, and we decided--" he decided, "--that we're not going to see each other romantically anymore."