What probably happens to the wine in the cup?

Choices:
A. The 21-year-old girl drinks it
B. not enough information
C. The waiter discards it
D. The friend tastes it
The waiter discards it
“What was your worst makeup disaster?”
Do fingernails count? I hope so, because this is a good one:
I was 21 years old. I worked for a major commercial airline. A friend of mine and I decided to go to Puerto Rico for a long weekend. It was our first trip to Puerto Rico.
The hotel at which we stayed had a lovely (classy/expensive) restaurant serving continental fare. So, we decided to have our first dinner there.
We dressed to the nines. Our hair and makeup were perfect. I had fake fingernails (not acrylic - those were fairly new back then. I had the type one glues on). Those fingernails were long, and painted a very bright - and obvious - red.
When the waiter came to take our drink order, we both ordered glasses of wine.
The waiter brought the wine, set it down on the table, and waited to take our meal orders. I smoked back then, and at the time, smoking was still allowed in restaurants. In a 21-year-old attempt to look classy and sophisticated, at that moment I took out a cigarette, put it between my lips, picked up my lighter, and lit my cigarette - or so I thought.
Unfortunately, my long, red, fake thumbnail got in the way of the flame, and it caught on fire.
The waiter’s mouth dropped open, his eyes wide. He froze in place.
I was horrified. The flame was literally shooting up from my nail! And smoke; the nail was plastic!
Quickly scanning the table for the closest thing with which I could extinguish the flame, I spied my glass of wine. As nonchalantly as possible, I stuck my thumb in the glass. There was a sizzle as the flaming nail hit the wine. When I withdrew my thumb from the glass, the nail was melted, black, and curled under.
Ever the professional, the waiter regained his composure and proceeded to take our orders without missing a beat - but I’m sure I was the talk of the kitchen for the rest of the evening.
So much for my attempt at appearing “classy” and “sophisticated”….