You do

A few drinks, as it turned out, turned into a lot more than that as you drank and flirted with Lauren Conrad, who was fast reaching a level of drunkenness where she could be prone to forgetting about that engagement ring she now wore.

"UH...my head hurts..." she moaned as she rested her head on your arm, clearly not the party animal she was in her younger, reality TV days, "but if you still want to go out on the town, John, I guess we can."

"We can take a pass on that Lauren," you tell her, really just hoping she'll let you drive her home now, just to give you an excuse to be alone with her, "why don't we chill for a little bit and then I can take you home, if you want."

"I'd like that John," she tells you, again resting her head on your shoulder and grabbing your arm as you hold her, surprised that she lets you hold her for as long as you do, "in fact, why don't you stay the night with me? I'm totally down to hook up right now. Whenever I drink, I get unbelievably horny."

"I can certainly do that, Lauren, but if you're that horny, why don't we take care of that right now?" you ask her as you slide a hand up her dress and sure enough find her panties soaked.

"Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes if you want to get in a quick fuck before we go back to your place baby," you tell her as you slide her panties off of her and finger her tight, wet pussy for a few seconds before getting up and going.