[Purely for the sake of scientific analysis, Amanda takes another sip of her own, and promptly scrunches up her face.]

Nope, not getting any better. [Hurriedly, she guzzles some water to wash the taste down. There's a little mustache of red left over her upper lip.] It's like someone left cough syrup in their basement for twenty years.

[A couple of the association women are starting to side-eye her, tittering amongst themselves. Normally it would only drive Amanda to laugh and give them the finger, but she's gotten the impression that if she fucks up too hard in this place, she might actually be eaten or something. So instead, she makes a concerted effort to cross her legs and sit up straighter in her chair.]

You've been to one of these places before, then? A country club?