Champagne Problems Novels & Stories

Was it champagne? Yeah, it was sparklies with bibblies all in it. He had tha- that Pineapple Breeze thing, some coconut cream rum thing and champagne at dinner. Is this bad? Would having sex with him now be considered assault since he’s inebriated? Guilt floods through me, even as my hands reach up to rest on his obliques. To my surprise, his muscular form does nothing to bring back the previous lust that was building up in me in the elevator.

Thanks to God he ate pork. He found the bottle of champagne I had put in the fridge. Moët Chandon Grand Vintage 2000 Brut. It was closed, on the coffee table, with two glasses. "Are you sure you want to drink this today?" he asked. “It's pretty fancy. I have a Beaujolais at home. “You deserve something fancy. My God, Nav, it's your first exhibition. This is too much important. He flashed a quick smile.

Then he was gone, leaving me alone with Silvio and his barely-contained euphoria. The champagne arrived in waves. Bottle after bottle, the kind with labels I recognised from magazine spreads about billionaire lifestyles. Cristal. Dom Pérignon. Krug. Cases of it, carried by guards who lined them up like soldiers awaiting orders. Silvio popped the first bottle himself. The cork shot across the room with explosive force, champagne foaming over his hands. He didn't bother with glasses. Just brought the bottle to his lips and drank directly, bubbles spilling down his chin.

I thanked them and walked away before hiding myself in a little corner and watching the beauty of the ball as I polished the drink all in one go. Ew! The champagne tasted weird. Almost… vinegary with a weird bitter aftertaste. I stared at the flute, confused. Did they give me an expired champagne? I should tell them. ‘It’s not you,’ I turned rapidly, startled, only to be presented by Luna Yurena in front of me, ‘it’s a special brand of champagne. Tastes a bit funky at first, but you get used to it,’ she smiled innocently. Here, have another,’ she handed me another she was conveniently holding.

We shall have champagne and toast to our achievements. He led her to the pantry's bar counter in the cosy corner of the living room, where the crystal glasses sparkled under the soft glow of the overhead lights. Mahesh reached for a bottle of champagne from the chilled bucket, its golden bubbles reflecting the light. He carefully uncorked it, the sound echoing through the room, symbolising the release of their worries. The delicate aroma of the bubbly filled the air, adding a touch of elegance to the already enchanting atmosphere.

“You look like you’re about to call the bartender over to taste it for you.” “Wouldn’t be the worst idea,” I muttered. Still, I lifted the flute to my lips and took a sip. The champagne was crisp, cold, and a little too smooth. He watched me over the rim of his own glass. “Dom Pérignon Rosé Gold. Aged fifty years. Only six bottles in the world. This one cost more than your home.” “Rude assumption,” I said, swirling my glass. “I could live in a penthouse.”

Everyone held their breath, waiting for an answer. I leaned against my chair, watching the chaotic room on the screen, and replied calmly, "Don't panic, Ms. Miller. There's nothing poisonous in that wine. Didn't I tell you? It's a rare, 1945 Romanee-Chanti bottle I got at a recent auction. It's just that…" I paused, letting a hint of amusement creep into my tone. "That wine has been spiked with a super-potent aphrodisiac I got from a vet friend. It's the kind of stuff they use for breeding bulls.

Jacob sat back on the blanket and grabbed the bottle of champagne, filling up the glasses. He handed me one of them and then held his in the air. We clinked them together. “To us.” “To us,” I repeated. We both took a sip and I couldn’t believe how good it was. “This is amazing. What kind of champagne is this?” “It’s Dom Perignon,” he said. “My favorite.” “I don’t know enough about champagne to really know what that means,” I said. The bubbles tickled my nose as I took a sip. “But I can say that I think I may have found my favorite, too.”

She smiled at my question, even more, with no sign of judgment. "It retails for 49,000 dollars per bottle Mrs. Lancaster," she whispered back to me if I still had something left of it in my mouth. I would have ended up spitting it out of shock after I heard its price. I expected it to be expensive but not this expensive, I mean it could be someone's rent for a year or an annual salary, even. After my first two glasses of champagne and snacking on those blue cheese and grapes from Japan and the caviar that I end up not liking. Frustration peaked through me as Kairos continued to ignore me.

He shouted. “I'll have to mindlink him. Shit, I messed this up," he continues to blather on his own. I ignored him and began sniffing the air, hoping that Chaste's scent would help me find his room. The sweet smell of vines and pine trees! I quickly followed that smell to the farthest room. The door is a heavily painted black iron door with wolf decorative patterns. I dared to open it, and the door was, thankfully, open. I'm curious why Chaste left his room without locking the door.