She's already drunk. Who needs a plan?

Once you really got a look at how drunk Blake Lively actually was, you figured out that you had been over-thinking things too much.

If she was already that drunk, there was a good chance she was going home with you, anyway.

"Wow...I must be really hammered..." she said to no one in particular as she again tried to stand up and again failed miserably, leaning on you for support once again.

"I should probably take you home Blake," you tell her, grabbing her keys as she let you lead her out of the party and into the parking lot.

"Before you do, maybe I should give you my thank you right now," she hissed, dropping to her knees in a way that made you think she had fallen, but actually she knew exactly what she was doing.

"Up against the car John," she tells you as she slides your pants to the ground and licks your dick as she leads it to her mouth, "and after I finish blowing you, we can fuck in the car if you want."

It was most likely just the **** talking, but any chance you have to hook up with a woman as hot as Blake Lively is one you have to take, so you lean back against the car and shudder as you feel her start to suck your dick.