Get drinks with him

You follow him to the kitchen like a puppy, his presence creating a path for you through the people. The command he held over the crowd was palpable, no one wanted to mess with him. You saw other girls staring as he poured himself a new beer from the keg, asking what you wanted.

You pointed at your abs, saying "I'm a vodka kind of girl."

"Why didn't you say so?" he said, walking over to a cabinet and pulling out a bottle from the top shelf. You saw his shirt lift a little from the side as he reached, exposing his side, and even that was sharp and toned. It took all yourself control to not reach over yourself to feel his abs as he put the bottle down, grabbing two shot glasses.

He pours you both a shot, and you take it together. "You need to get on my level" he laughs as he pours you another, and one more, before getting you a chaser. You can already feel the warmth inside you, and your face starts to buzz.

Just for good measure he pours a fourth, but instead of taking it you ask him if there is a quieter place in this party.