How about option c?

"How about a third option?" John asked, smirking.

"And what option is that?" Alicia asked, twirling her hair seductively.

"There's a men's restroom just around the corner. And since there are no other guys..."

Alicia caught on quickly. She quickly grabbed John's hand and practically dragged him. The door had barely closed behind him before she was on him, kissing him desperately and clinging to him.

Placing his hands under her ass, he lifted her up and carried her to the wall. Their lips never left each others as John pinned her against the wall. Her hands lunged for his shirt, trying to pull it off.

"It's only fair," John said teasingly, "that if my shirt is taken off, so is yours."

"I'll be happy to oblige," she said teasingly. She reached down and yanked her shirt off, exposing her bare breasts.

"What? No bra?"

"Less to take off. There's more," Alicia countered. She wriggled her way out of her shorts and to John's surprised, she had no panties on. "Now, it's your turn."