Blake Lively enters the club

“Oh my god, its her!” loudly whispered a drunken girl.

Jake got up from the corner table and looked toward the commotion at the back exit.

“This is so funny,” said a greasy guy ahead of Jake. He turned to his overly muscular buddy. “Someone as tall and gorgeous as her thinking she can sneak in the back unnoticed?”

“Yeah, right,” said the muscular guy. “Like she thinks she's going to get a nice night of dancing alone with her friends. As if every guy in the place isn't going to be pushin' up on her. I know I am!”

Jake tried to push his way through the crowd, but the dance floor was too busy. He decided the guy in front of him was right, all the guys in the club were going to be a problem. Luckily, there were no problems for someone with the wishbone!

Jake silently wished for all the guys to leave. Almost as one, every guy in the club turned and moved past Jake to get to the front door. As they cleared out, he finally got a view of the girl causing all the excitement.

It was Blake Lively, star of Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Gossip Girl, and a bunch of other stuff that guys only ever watch because of the hot girls. Jake knew she was tall, but with her high heels and thin figure, she looked even taller in person. The girls next to her looked like midgets in comparison. They were pretty cute too, but nothing compared to Blake.

The tall starlet headed towards the bar and flashed the bartender a gleaming smile. As he mixed her drink she brushed her long, blonde hair out of her face and behind her shoulder. The blonde waves looked great lying against her tanned skin and her little black dress. Best of all, the little black dress was short enough to show off almost all of her incredible long legs.

Jake moved forward as he thought about the best way to make his move.