You turn to the girl...

"Can I get you a drink?" you ask, having to speak loudly over the noise of the music.

"That'd be great! Thanks! I'll have a Bailey's and ice, please!"

You turn to the bartender and relay the order, smiling to yourself when you realise that she ordered just a single Bailey's, not a double or triple... so, there's a good chance that she's not using you to get a free drink. So, what does she want?

You hand the Bailey's to her and introduce yourself. She says that her name is Pauline, and that she's very pleased to meet you. As you sip at your drink (non-alcoholic, since you're the designated driver) and she sips at hers, you take the time to look her up and down. She's wearing a strapless black dress that shows off her smooth, lightly-tanned shoulders. She occasionally tugs at her dress to pull it up, since it's in danger of falling down and revealing more cleavage than she's comfortable with. Unfortunately for her, and fortunately for you, every time she tugs it up it reveals more of her long legs. She's either wearing black tights or stockings, you can't quite tell, but a few more tugs of that dress will give you the necessary information. Her feet are covered by black boots, with both platforms and heels, which accounts for a good deal of her height.

"What are you thinking?" she asks, breaking you out of your reverie.

"You are very beautiful," you say - the compliment sounds lame to your ears, but obviously not to hers by the way she blushes.

"Thanks," she says, leaning against the bar and playing with her blonde hair, "you're not such a bad looker yourself."

"Thanks," you say, sipping your drink again, "are you here with friends?"

"Yeah, but they've gone off to the next club. I'm just sticking around, on the off-chance that I meet someone nice."

"Have you?"

"I think I have..." she smiles, her eyebrows flickering briefly as she looks you in the eye, and takes another sip of her drink.

Then you feel a hand on your shoulder - one of your friends has found you. He whispers in your ear about how he's very disappointed that you completely failed in your mission to get them all drinks, but he understands the circumstances. He says that they're all moving on to the next club, and that you should have a good time. And he says not to worry about driving them home, they'll get a taxi. He winks at you and disappears off into the crowd.

"What was that all about?" Pauline asks.

"Just my friends abandoning me," you say.

"Now you're in the same position as I am. Perhaps we should split a taxi..?"

Your choices: Offer this nice young lady a lift home or Don't.