Hayley Williams

The more and more you investigate the different expanses that this party is covering, the more and more celebs you run into, and it is in the little corner of the hotel lobby that you see Paramore front woman Hayley Williams sipping on a margarita and appearing to be by herself.

"She already seems drunk, too," you tell yourself, starting to make a beeline for her as you see her helping herself to another margarita.

"Hayley Williams? Hi, I'm a big fan. Name's John. Never thought I would run into you at a place like this," you tell her as she gives you her best inviting smile, stumbling over to the table she has been sitting at as she clumsily invites you to sit with her.

"Yup. Hayley Williams. That's me alright," she stammers, already showing the effects of the **** she has been consuming as you check out her body in the tight, ratty blue jeans and band t-shirt she is wearing.

"Are you drunk already Hayley?" you tease her, running a hand along her thigh and hearing her moan softly at the contact as you engage her in conversation.

"Depends on who's asking," she giggled, taking your hand and guiding it further up her leg as she downed another drink, this one stiffer than the margaritas she had been drinking.

"Maybe I should just stay here with you tonight Hayley. We wouldn't want anyone taking advantage of you in your current state, now, would we?" you whisper in her ear as your hand reaches it's destination between your legs, quite sure Hayley wouldn't stop you if you wanted to go further with her.