Carrie gets drunk

As you would've expected, Carrie's record label party was a big success for her, but you picked up pretty early that every time she won something, she would drink a glass of wine.

"I didn't know you were so big into wine Carrie," you told her after she went onstage to accept another award, and quickly drank another glass of wine afterwards.

"HAHA...weren't expecting to see me cut loose a little were you John," she replied, her arm going around you as the night got a little longer and Carrie got deeper into the wine.

"Listen John...I'm gonna need you to tell my driver to take me back to the hotel," she whispers to you, starting to slur her words, "I'm very drunk and I don't want people to see me this way."

"Let me go with you Carrie," you tell her, not knowing where it might go between both of you if you went back to her room with her, but knowing that she's had more than enough wine to help her maybe make a bad decision, "just to see you to your room. I want to make sure you get there okay."

"Aw...you're a sweetheart..." she tells you, grabbing your hand to help keep her upright as you head toward her limo, calling it a night a little early, "of course you can walk me to my room."

"Get in baby," she drunkenly whispered, her legs slightly open as you got into the back seat with her, the short skirt that she was wearing riding up enough for you to see her panties as you sit down next to her and headed for the hotel.