No, you wait.

You are nothing but a gentleman, and wouldn't dream of taking advantage of drunk women. You wait patiently at the bar, looking over to Tom, who shrugs.

After a while you hear the unmistakable sounds of someone throwing up. Five minutes later, Jessica stumbles out, pats you on your shoulder and leaves the pub.

You feel a slight regret, but at least she didn't vomit all over you. After a couple of beers, the game finishes, and you head outside.