Elizabeth Gillies

The night was just about reaching it's peak when you happen to glance over at the dance floor and see someone you think looks a lot like Liz Gillies dancing with a guy.

Although "dancing" would not be a good way to describe what she was doing with this loser who you know she is way too good for, as "grinding", or better yet "fucking with her clothes on," would be a better description of it.

And as for those clothes, well, she has the somewhat stereotypical little black dress on, but some girls wear it better than others, and in her case, with her tits practically falling out of it, you're surprised she hasn't gone off with some guy (or a group of them) to fuck the night away yet.

Turns out, you may have received a clue as to why that hasn't happened yet when the guy she is dancing with tries to go a little too far with her (as in putting his hand down her dress and squeezing her tits), and is met with a glass of whiskey to the face.

And while that certainly meant Liz wasn't quite as easy as you were hoping, it does give you an opening to introduce yourself to her.

"Liz, I'm sorry if I'm bothering you. But I couldn't help but notice you need some company right now," you tell her as you extend your hand and tel her your name, feeling relief when she looks you in the eyes and shows interest.

"As long as you're not like that last guy, you and I can hang out as long as you want John," she tells you as she grabs you and pulls you out on the dance floor, dancing with you just as aggressively as she did the last guy as you try not to stare at her tits too long.