Be a gentleman and escort her to the powder room

You can't help but feel that you might have taken advantage of Bubblegum's hospitality somewhat. You aren't the kind of sleazeball who wants to take advantage of a girl's drunken state to go all the way with her! This was supposed to be a date and you made it... er... whatever this is now, now hanging off the drunken clown who looks like she won't be able to walk a straight line unless you're there to prop her up. You apologize, but you tell her that the conditions just don't seem right to join her in the powder room right now.

"Wuuuuh? Really? Like, reeeeally? I told you all that stuff about how much I like sex and you're not gonna fuck me? This is like, a joke, right? You're playing a joke on a clown? Cause that's like... like, clowns play jokes! You don't tell jokes, you fuck clowns, cause you're a clown fucker. So fuck me now. Get your dick out," she encourages you, suddenly making a grab for your zipper with quick, inaccurate swipes of your hands.

This got weird! Suddenly, you feel like you're the one being taken advantage of, not the other way around. You warn her that you think the piano playing clown will kick the two of you out of the Piano Lounge if she tries to have sex here at the bar.

"Ooooh, you don't wanna have sex on the bar? Like, lay me on the bar and do the... the thing, that thing you do with your dick but you've gotta take it out of your pants first to do it," she questions in a stupor, now releasing you to jump out of her seat and place her fists on her hips. "Just do the dick-out-of-your-pants thing already, God!"

You tell her that you don't want to-- you'd rather she be in a better state of mind for it.

"Uuuuuugh! That is just like... grrrrr... like, you're being a nice guy right now and it's really cute but it's also super annoying. So I'm gonna like... go to the powder room and hit myself with my dildo. I'm just gonna go to the powder room and use the dildo cause I'm- hic!- I'm- hic!"

She's begun to stumble towards what you're pretty sure is the kitchen, not the powder room. She reaches out to steady herself and pulls the tablecloth off a nearby table, sending glassware smashing to the floor as she does. Before this gets any worse-- and perhaps ends with you liable to pay for it-- you run to steady her and take her the proper direction.

Bubblegum emerges from the powder room looking refreshed, sober, and apologetic. "Um... Bowie.... I think I may have gotten... just a tad drunk tonight," she explains, pinching her fingers together and winking as if trying to look cute and downplay the effect of her rampage. "If you could not spread this around too much, I would be happy to try another date with you! After all, you were such a gentleman. That's really what I'm looking for in a guy, you know? It's not about the sex-- it's really about finding a kind person who I can rely upon! Someone with integrity and--"

You stop her with a laugh, telling her that she already kind of spilled the beans on that one. She pretty much made it clear that the sex is the part she cares about.

The girl's face goes uncharacteristically red as she bites her lower lip and clenches her fist. "Hmph! And here I thought you were a gentleman," she pouts, crossing her arms and turning her eyes away. "I can care about both, okay? I like a guy who's nice to me, but I also like sex. So let's meet up again some time and do the sex part," she reiterates, pressing her fists to her hips and leaning towards you with a glare.

Date night ends with you knowing a bit more about Bubblegum. Maybe more than you wanted to know!

((Gained 20 self-restraint))