Keep buying her drinks

You were certainly enjoying Troian's company, and the fact that she seemed to be enjoying yours just as much told you to keep playing things the way you were right now.

"I'm drunk John," she matter-of-factly announced to you after you had been plying her with **** for an hour or so, leaning in a little closer to you as if she was expecting you to make a move on her soon.

"How drunk are you Troian?" you ask her as you lean into her, placing a hand on her chin and looking deep into her eyes as you search for a sign whether to continue or not.

"Are you drunk enough to make out with a guy who isn't your fiancee?" you ask her as you kiss her, expecting her to pull away from it, but instead feeling her lean into it as she started to return it.

"MMM...I guess I am..." she whispered softly as she pulled you in for another kiss, your tongues dancing in each other's mouths as your hands started to wander, one going between her legs as the other grabbed her ass.

"He doesn't have to know about any of this baby," you tell her as you paw at her, feeling between her legs for the pussy you were hoping to get inside of later as her hands felt around for your cock.

"Let it out Troi. It won't bite. Unless you want it to," you tease her as she undoes your belt and slides a hand into your pants, deftly pushing your underwear away as she starts to stroke it.