Yes

Bar-hopping with Kelly Clarkson was probably not the brightest idea either of you have ever had, and by the time the night was reaching it's end, both of you were feeling it.

"I guess neither of us is as young as we used to be, huh John?" she tells you as you both struggle to hold each other up, with limited success.

"Good thing this isn't Hollywood," you tell her, Kelly laughing as she realizes how true your statement is, "we'd be all over the papers."

"FUCK," she suddenly shouts, heading to the bathroom, and it's no secret to you why she's going in there, but since it is just about closing time and no one else is in the bar, you wonder if you should go check on her.

You decide to give her five minutes, nursing your own hangover while you're at it, and then go into check on her.

"I'm okay," she tells you as she is bent over the toilet, but all seeing her drunk and bent over in a bathroom gave you was another idea altogether.

"I bet I can think of one way we can have some fun in here," you tell her, your hands going to her hips as she reaches behind her for your belt.