I honestly don't even really know if I can call this a field report, because this f-close practically (almost literally) fell into my lap. Still, I did use some elements of game on her, so I guess it does fall into this category.

Met her at a party a few weeks ago at a Halloween party, chatted her up, teased her about her name (which is uncommon and sounds like it could easily be mistaken for another name) and we had some good laughs. Both of us were drunk and it was late, and I didn't bother to get her number.

Saw her a couple times after that at the bar, and she was definitely showing signs of interest, to the point where she seemed to be actively hitting on me; at the time, I didn't know if I wanted to pursue anything with her, but I left the option open.

Thanksgiving night, she texts me to see if I'm going out. I tell her I'm hanging with my family about an hour away, but that I should be headed out later. She asks if I can vouch for her at my usual dive because her license had been lost and she got carded. I tell her I'll let her know when I arrive, and when I get there about 90 minutes later I let her know. She shows up, trashed, and is all over me. I play it cool, because hey, she's doing all the work.

We have a few drinks, she's definitely eager, so I steer the subject toward what's happening after the bar closes. She asks where I want to go, so I suggest we head to her place. She's far more interested in going to my place but I avoid it because my apartment is a fucking mess, but she says she doesn't care. I shrug, figure what the hell, and we get out of there.

In the end, I really didn't have to work too hard for this one. I'm not sure if it was just a case of literally "getting lucky" and finding a girl who was simply DTF, or if my increased level of pickup-related confidence contributed to the situation. I ain't complaining either way, though.

Lessons: The next morning, she did indeed make a comment about how messy my apartment was. I don't know if it did bother her or not (she seemed interested in going home with me again the next night, but I was exhausted), but I felt like a fucking slob anyway. If you even remotely hope that you're going to get laid, make sure your place is clean and presentable.

TL;DR Thanksgiving night lay thanks to alcohol and playing it cool, though I'm not sure I could have fucked it up no matter what I did.