She looked a little smugly at him leaving and then turned and gave the gentleman they'd be talking with earlier in the night a brief nod as they passed, moving toward the artist. She wove through people quite easily, her hand dipping into her cleavage as though pressing her dress closer to her body to move around a large man. And her thumb flicked the cork out of the vial as she smiled sweetly at one of the women who had been looking incredibly bored the whole evening.

Her hand passed above her own drink and it was almost impossible to see the liquid go into the glass though it made the champagne bubble a little more. Her hand flicked out and the vial landed in a nearby garbage can. And then she was stopping next to the artist and the target leaning in close enough to be heard as she waved her hand at her face in a fanning motion and gushed about meeting the real artist.