She's going home with you

"John, you silly boy," she says to you, throwing an arm around you and giving your dick a squeeze, "I'm going home with you, of course."

"I already knew that Kristen," you tease her, punching her arm as she rests her head on your shoulder, "I was just hoping to hear you say it, baby."

"Let's give them something to talk about," she whispers in your ear as she grabs you and brings you in for a kiss, which you eagerly return until both of you have let it go on for far longer than it was originally intended and you have Kristen laying down on the bar, still making out with her as you get on top of her.

You wonder for a minute if you might be able to fuck her on the bar before she regained her senses, but she came around pretty soon and nudged you away from her.

"Wow, I really need to learn to get a hold of myself," she giggled, taking your hand and leaving the bar with you, "and so do you, Mr. "I'm Gonna Fuck Kristen Bell on this Counter Top in Front of Everyone."

"Sorry, Kristen," you sheepishly grin, Kristen slugging your arm as you get in her car to head to her place.

"I could've let you, you know John," she tells you, winking at you as you arrive at her place, "and you're totally going to get some just as soon as we walk through that door."