You don't need a drink

You grab her ass tighter and caress her. You lean in close to whisper to her ear.

'I don't need a drink, lets drop the pretences'

'What do you mean?' she whispers back, pushing her ass into your hand

'I'm going to take you in to the bathroom, I'm going to pull down your dress and I'm going to fuck your pussy. Hard.'

'John'... she quivers

You take her hand and put it against your crotch in front of the bar so no one notices.

'Ok' she whispers