Get her drunk

The easiest approach with Avril, though it might not be the most morally acceptable one, would obviously be to get her drunk, since she was damn near there herself already anyway when you started talking to her.

"Mind if I buy you one or two more Avril, you are kind of plastered already," you ask her as she playfully punches your shoulder and directs you to the bar, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you go.

"Buy me three tiger," she whispers, making your dick jump as you rush off to get her the drinks, sure that you are going to be getting some prime Canadian cunt later.

"There he is, my handsome, studly drink provider," she announces as you return with her drinks, already needing assistance to walk straight.

"I'm drunk," she announces again after she finishes all of them, something that, in your opinion she should've probably announced before you even started talking to her, but when she gave you a slutty, drunken smile and motioned toward the bathroom, you were suddenly very happy she hadn't said that before now.

"Don't go getting the wrong idea because I'm married now," she tells you as you both enter the bathroom, relieved to see no one else in it as she dropped to her knees and slid down your pants, "so this is all you're getting from me tonight."