Offer to take her somewhere else, maybe?

"Listen, if you're not ready to head home yet, I could..."

"No, no; time to face the music," she mumbles, opening the car door.

"You're going to be alright going in like that," you ask with genuine concern.

Miki smiles at you, eyes not entirely focused.

"As long as I can make it to the door, I'll live," she affirms, not quite moving away yet.

"Um, listen, just so I can get in touch and make sure you're OK tomorrow, do you mind if I get your number?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, of course," she says, letting you quickly enter it into your cell. "You're a sweet guy. I'm glad you took me home."

"Me too."

You watch her walk unsteadily to the front porch, drop her keys from her pocket, and finally unlock the door and let herself in.

That's the end of that, you think to yourself as you start to drive home. Well, hopefully not the entire end, assuming the number she gave you was accurate. Miki may not have been the cutest girl in the world, but even in her drunken haze, she was certainly charming and fun. You also wouldn't mind seeing what kind of body she has under those loose fitting clothes. The unexpected handjob was rather a nice bonus too.

Thinking about her hand on your naked prick makes you hard again. When you get home, you change out of your soiled clothes and hop in the shower, finally able to wash away the residue from your earlier encounter. You feel good about what you did tonight, and fall asleep with the ease of an untroubled heart.

The next morning you give the phone number Miki gave you a ring.

"Hello, Miki," you ask to the woman who answers the phone.

"Hold on, I'll get her," she replies flatly.

Hmm, well, at least now you know she doesn't live alone.

"Hi, hello," you hear after a few moments.

You re-introduce yourself as the guy from last night, and she seems genuinely glad to hear from you. Despite a horrible headache, she assures you that she's otherwise unharmed from last nights excesses. She hasn't talked to those friends who ditched her yet, but she laughs as she tells you what words she has for them when she does.

Thinking quickly, you decide to try and ask her out. What would be the best approach? Maybe another night out at the clubs, or a daytime meeting for coffee and a more relaxed way to get to know each other?