Olivia's body pressed against Megan's body, her arms at either side of the brunette's head. She loved the way that Megan had gotten her closer to her, forgetting about her shoes. "I think...they would say, 'What are you doing?'" She laughed quietly, not pulling away.
She couldn't wait to get back, rubbing their bodies together in the slightest. "Would you have been willing to get sand in your hair?" She smirked, leaving her lips close to the other girl's lips.
Feeling the tugging at the front of her shirt, she pressed her body more against Megan. "Maybe...we should get back to get a room?" She asked, not so subtley. Megan seemed to be in the mood, and while Olivia wasn't drunk, she was starting to get there too.