“Did you put something in the drinks?” I asked.

“Not exactly. It’s just one of the types we serve here—it’s meant to help people let loose. You came here to have fun, right? We just prepared something to make the party better,” he said, his tone calm and persuasive, with a patience that made his words even more tempting.

“Soph knows about this?” I pressed.

“Of course. She’s a regular. She orders this kind of drink every time,” he ...