When the glass of champagne appeared in front of her, Marcie took it almost without thinking. The bubbles she'd had earlier had mostly popped by now anyway.
She glanced sideways, not quite at the man's face, just enough to get an idea for who was sitting next to her, and then back to the drink.
"If you've drugged it, my father is Ares and he'll rip your head off," she said, and drank it anyway.