Success! her brain had shouted the moment that she felt his lips move against hers. Terry let herself even enjoy it a little bit as she felt his hand start to move, but it was about the time he started to move down to her neck that she started to hate herself a little bit more for starting this in the first place. This wasn't fair to him. This was just another reason why she should just stop any and all feeling she had for him right now, because she was being a shit person. Even if all of this felt really good. Really. Really. Good.
When he pulled away from her like that she wobbled a little bit and worked herself into getting her balance, not before she banged her knee into something. She sucked in some breath as she rubbed the sore spot and shook her head that she was fine. No worries. "There's no takin' advantage right now." she said standing back up. Terry. Stop this. Now. her conscious tried to tell her, but clearly, Terry wasn't home at the moment. "Drunk woman's thoughts, are sober thoughts." she tried to give him a little bit of a smile, though, that might have been the first time she'd actually admitted that she was drunk in a long time. And she'd done it without even really realizing it.
There were two roads she could go here. She could get pretend mad and storm off, acting like the person that Terry was notorious for hating. Or she could open up a peak, and admit that she was doing something wrong here. Honestly, the former actually sounded more appealing, but considering she could feel how bad John wanted that to happen...even as drunk as she was...she couldn't get pretend angry with him right now. She just didn't have the energy. "I shouldn't be the one ta be takin' advantage of yah." she said softly, as she decided that the floor was the best place to be right now as she sat herself down.