Yes

"Shit, she's already three sheets to the wind," you tell yourself as you approach an obviously-drunk Kellie Pickler, still dancing by herself, "I wonder where her husband is?"

And then you realize that if she's drunk and he's not around, then someone else would probably be getting lucky with her tonight.

"Hi Kellie, I just wanted to say that I'm a big fan," you tell her, leering at her body in the tight leather outfit she is wearing, complete with the tiniest of mini-skirts, "the name's John."

"Well hi there John, you cutie," she drunkenly hisses, her words already slurred, "I'm drunk and all alone. Care for a dance?"

"Don't mind if I do Kellie," you reply, Kellie grinding on you right away, which causes a noticeable tent in your pants.

"Is she trying to get laid tonight?" you wonder as she continues to dirty dance with you, you deciding to just go with it.

"Go get me another beer baby," she whispers when the song is done, "and I might do something for you later."