As drunk as Shannon was, she somehow comprehended what Brock was implying. The only question was: did she want to do that? The rational part of her was screaming no; she'd already made enough of a fool of herself this evening and what if she went too far? The reckless part of her, which was currently winning out, said to go for it; how often did she let herself have fun and just be carefree?
"Let's go find someplace more private," Shannon decided, her stomach all aflutter with nerves and anticipation. Being impulsive was quite a rush!