"You're being annoying, stop it," Enigma said, leaning over to steal her father's champagne and draining it, already having quite a few of them, before she slit into his lap, wrapping an arm around her father's neck to keep from falling over. Unlike when she sat in Bruce's lap, this was more innocent, much as a younger daughter or best friend would.
She reached out to steal Jonathan's drink, only to have her hand slapped by the more sober of the villainous pair, Jonathan moving his beer out of reach.