Yeah

Making your self feel at home at Ashley Benson's table, you hope she doesn't think it too forward of you to barge in on her like that.

Fortunately, she seems to be just drunk enough to let it slide, smiling at you and inviting you not just to sit down at her table, but next to her, as she asks you your name and you check out her body in the slinky white dress she was wearing.

"Hi Ashley," you tell her, extending your hand to her, "the name's John. Big fan of the show. Bigger fan of you."

"Well, that was dumb," you tell yourself, kicking yourself, quite sure the last part of that sentence will get you sent from her table in a hurry.

"Believe it or not, not too many guys say that to me John," she tells me, her eyes shining a little bit as she responded to you, "so, thanks, babe."

It might well have just been the **** talking, but the fact she had just called you "babe" leads you to believe you were heading to a good place with her, so you stick around, which eventually pays off.

"This is a bangin' beat," she tells you, grabbing your arm after we had had a few drinks together, "come on John. Dance with me, baby."