Push through the awkwardness.

“Yeah, I’d love to come.” you reply, hoping she doesn’t shut you down right then and there. She gets up and gestures for you to follow her. “Listen, John. I can get any guy I want to come to my party. Beer doesn’t come cheap, which means if I’m paying for all of it, I’m gonna make the party pretty exclusive. Now if you’re gonna be one of the lucky guys I decide to invite, you’re gonna have to do something for me, got it?”

You raise an eyebrow questioningly. “And what is it that you’d like me to do for you?” you ask. She smiles deviously at you and walks towards the girl’s bathroom. “I’m not gonna invite a guy to a party full of drunk girls if the guy can’t please a girl.” You begin to understand what she’s hinting at. “If you want me to invite you to the party, you’re gonna have to show me that you can handle it. Got it?” You stop for a moment outside the girl’s bathroom.