He agrees but still tries to screw with her

"Ok ok," Brandon said as he unzipped his jumpsuit, "you don't have to have a cow about it."

Mackenzie said nothing she simply cracked the bathroom door open and reached her arm out in a manner that implied, 'give me'. Brandon stared at that arm as he carefully stepped out of his jumpsuit.

'God, she has perfect skin,' Brandon thought as he stepped out of his jumpsuit. He wished he had had more time to admire it. Then Brandon had an idea. As he held the jumpsuit in his hands he fumbled with it for a minute until he found the zipper. It was a bit old and scratched up, but it got the job done. Brandon smiled evilly to himself. He placed the zippers main body between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed the metal object with all his might. The old mechanism couldn't take the pressure and cracked not enough to be noticed but enough so it would brake if used recklessly. Like by a naked girl **** for cover. Brandon nearly cackled like a cartoon charater.

"Well, here you go," Brandon remarked smugly placing the jumpsuit in Mackenzie's hand. "I got to give it to you Kenzie you're a real expert negotiator."

Machenzie clasped the jumpsuit in her hand, pulled her arm back with haste, and slammed the door. Brandon leaned in and placed his ear against the door and listened. First, he heard the sounds of angry grumbling and the shuffling of cloth. Then the sound of the zipper aggressively being zipped. Followed by sudden silence, then effort grunts, the zipper breaking, more silence, then finally a sad whimper.

Brandon had to hold his mouth to keep from bursting out in laughter. He must have been blessed by some kind of nudity god or something because this was too easy.

"Something wrong," Brandon asked wearing a massive grin.

"T-the zipper broke," Mackenzie said in a high pitched voice.

"Huh that's strange," Brandon said feigning ignorance. "I didn’t have any trouble getting it off. Where'd it get stuck. "

"Where'd it get stuck?" Mackenzie meekly replied. Then there was a long pause as she comprehended her answer. "Near the bottom.

Brandon was ecstatic.

"Boy you've really got some bad luck there Mackenzie."

"You. you. you!" Mackenzie huffed. "Pass me your shirt quick!"

"My shirt? I thought you said you didn't want it?"

"Brandon!"

"Well, I can't just walk around without my shirt or jumpsuit. At least not unless you're willing to offer me something more than just a date."

"I hate you!"

Brandon felt his heart twitch a little at those words.

"Look Mackenzie," Brandon said trying to take a slightly more sympathetic tone, "I can't just give you my shirt so we can either renegotiate our deal or you can come out so we can leave."