Pansy didn't drink. Not like that. And now she could barely stand?
'Hey Pans, love,' he said, moving in close and putting a hand around her waist. steadying her up. 'Yes you did, though you'll have to tell me exactly what he's done,' he said, looking about before he set down his own champagne glass and drank from hers instead.
His free hand was already fingering the sobering potion he always carried in cases like this and he distracted her with a kiss to her neck while pouring it into the glass of champagne, hoping she was a bit too gone to notice the difference in taste.
'And once you've been a good girl and told me what he's done and why, I'm going to tell you a very amusing piece of gossip. But perhaps you should drink up, my gorgeous one. I can't dance with you if you don't,' he added with a wink.