You help her home

You decide that the best course of action is to take her home. She's clearly incredibly drunk, and its probably not the best time, as you are just about to try and get your career off and running. Hopefully, she will be thankful for not having sex with her while she's not thinking straight, and maybe owe you a favour.

"I van-n-na fu-c-c-ck, fu-c-c-ck me," she slurred as you got her in the taxi. You decide to call Daisy to see if she knew, or knew someone who knew, where Margot lived.

"Hello, who is this?" Daisy answered in her British accent.

"This is John, the person from the plane," you said.

"Oh hi, John, I wasn't expecting you to call so soon. I'm kind of busy at the moment. Is it possible for you to call back at another time?" she exclaimed. You could've sworn you heard a moan escape her lips at the end of the sentence. Was Daisy Ridley masturbating before you called her? Was she continuing while you were on the phone? Those would be questions for another time.

"Unfortunately, I can't call you back, I was at a bar, and found Margot Robbie there, drunk out of her mind, and was hoping you knew where she lived so I could drop her at home?" you asked.