"Oh, like you're not keeping them already?" he teased right back. He knew exactly whose shirt that had once been, even if he'd never put up a fight about getting it back.

Setting his drink down, he reached out to snag the bag of chips shamelessly off the table from right in front of her. Hey, at least he'd let her get some first, right?

"You don't have to do anything, Zax. I don't need you to defend my honor." His tone was playful, even though he meant it. "Honestly, I'd just rather put it behind me and forget I tried to date her at all. How much alcohol do you think that'll take?"