Not as drunk as you thought. But the night is still young.

As you get closer and closer to the table that Katy Perry, in a form-fitting and low-cut dress, is sitting at, you see that she isn't as drunk as you first thought.

That was fine with you, though, because she also appeared to be alone, and if she needed a man to buy her drinks for her, well, you were pretty sure you would be volunteering for that duty.

"Excuse me, Katy Perry?" you say to her as you come up to her, feigning ignorance over knowing who she was, Katy turning around and looking you up and down as she responded.

"Who wants to know?" she said, giving you yet another once-over as she waits on you to answer her.

"Well, that would be me I guess," you joke to her, "the name's John, Katy. Pleasure to meet you."

"Well, you're in luck John," she tells you as she offers you a seat at her now-empty table, "because my girls just left, and I have no male companionship tonight."

Taking a seat next to one of the hottest women in the world, you soon find yourself lost in conversation, and losing all track of time.