Just spike the drink.

Looking around cautiously you take out a little pouch of **** and tear it open. You dump the contents into her glass, swirling the liquid for good measure.

But the haze of powder quickly dissolves, and before you know it, her and Aubrey are back. You smile innocently, and she sits down and takes a sip. You notice her dress has ridden up and bit and you study the soft flesh of her upper thigh discreetly.

You hear a faint buzzing, and Aubrey jumps out of her chair and whips a cell phone out from her breasts. "This is an emergency," she states, and rushes away.

How convenient. You thought you'd have to sweet talk your way into getting Aubrey to leave, but fate has done the work for you. John blinks a couple times, and a puzzled look crosses her delicate features. Her green eyes kind of glaze over and she mumbles to her self confusedly.

"Whaa... I'm feeling kinda...." she wobbles a bit on her chair and you reach out to steady her, "woozy," she finishes. John collapses into your arms and you support her and take her outside. It's finally your time.