He started the car and she thought about it for a moment, as he backed out of the space and started down the winding lanes toward the main road. "How about we skip the bar, go straight to get the ink, and get drunk afterward."

She was serious too, because she knew if she started to drink she'd actually end up with The Love Butt tattooed on her ass, and that wasn't anything that she remotely thought she wanted. Since heading down to the car her mind had been spinning a few ideas into her that were actually sounding like something she might have wanted, but she knew that when she got there that the choice would be on instinct.

Pure instinct was all she could hope for at least, because this was one Saturday night where she had no clue what was going to happen.

"So? Ink then drink?"