You’re a spy for the opposing mob. You were assigned to get some information out of Nightmare. Currently, you’re with Nightmare at the club. You’ve just given him his drink, but you spiked it with more alcohol so he’d be more likely to talk.

Thanks, darling. He smirks, but he doesn’t drink it yet.

You sit in anticipation for a while, wondering why he won’t take a damn sip already. He starts talking about something random. You’re trying your best not to be impatient or suspicious.