“Ah- Yamashita-chan…” To say that the hug, the suggestion, and the rather forward advance had startled him was a serious understatement.  Suddenly tense, he swayed here he stood, glancing down at her, and blushed. She was drunk. That was clear. That was all that had been meant by it. Nothing to fret over. 

“God, ah, no. No; flattered as I am, I think it would be best if I helped you find a ride home, instead.” He gently put his hand on her shoulder to guide her away from being so close to him, and pulled out his cellphone. 

“Are you here with anyone? Or, ah, is there anyone that I can call for you? A friend that could come and fetch you, get you home safely?”