Fiora kept on advancing through the group, her plate quickly purging as she wound her way around the edges of the move floor. Having made it most of the way around the circuit, she was down to two glasses of champagne. She turned, choosing to go to the kitchen for additional. Just as she swung around, her plate came into contact with a hard something. She viewed with sickening dread as it tilted, champagne flying out of the glasses previously they tumbled to the floor, shattering on affect.