"Wow, good alcohol and a vacation. Either I did something really awesome, or you're buttering me up for something, Zax." Or she was just the best friend anyone could ever ask for, but that was true anyway.

Once she was done refilling their drinks, he reached into the bag for a chip, then flipped it her way, interested in seeing how she might try to catch it. Somewhere in the back of his mind where he honestly didn't care, it occurred to him that the alcohol was probably already sinking in. Didn't care, because getting drunk was the point, and he could just help clean up in the morning if this ended up making a mess.

"So, which is it?"