Offer to buy her a drink

"Can I buy you a drink Stacy?" you ask her, going to the move that has worked so well for you before, but this time you were quickly shot down.

"Thanks for offering John, but I don't drink at these things," she tells you, her legendary legs parting a little bit as you try and sneak a peek of what's between them.

"Not even now that you're single?" you tease her, hoping she'll want to talk about that some more as you silently plot your next move with her, since you are apparently getting nowhere.

"You would think so, but no," she tells you, giving you an understanding smile and allowing you to place a hand on her thigh, which she reciprocated by putting one of her hands on your thigh, "but it's not for the reason you might think. It's because if I decide to hook up with anyone at this party, I want to remember it the next morning."

Sensing an opening, you decide to take out your bat (not that one, but maybe later), and swing for the fences.

"Well Stacy," you ask her, praying to God the direct route works on her, and bracing to be slapped and kicked out if it doesn't, "would you maybe be interested in hooking up with me tonight?"