Continue talking

Hannah turns out to be actually somewhat interesting, but more importantly, you get her one drink after another as you listen to her various problems and worries. Suddenly, it's past midnight and she's drunk. "John", she giggles and nestles her head in your neck, "you didn't just talk to me to lis... listen to me babble all day long, did you?"
She giggles again, kisses your neck and wiggles around as you hold her. She moves upwards and presses a quick kiss on your mouth. "John..."
You smile and kiss her as well, longer and more passionately. As you let go of her, she seems a lot more sober. "You... you want to fuck me?"
You grin. "I really do, Hannah."
She giggles. "Even if you could fuck... Emilia Clarke instead? Or Sophie Turner?"