Mackenzie agrees to go on the date but wants something more then a shirt.

"Fine," Mackenzie angrily growled through the door. Brandon practically leaped out of joy. "But if we're doing this you have to do better than a shirt."

"Better than a shirt?" Brandon questioned. "Like what."

"Like YOUR jumpsuit."

"M-my jumpsuit!" Brandon said surprised he hadn't expected a counteroffer.

"Yeah, your jumpsuit" Mackenzie spat back, "If you can afford to give me your shirt you can afford to give me something else."

"Umm I don't know," Brandon said unsure of how to deal with this situation. "I um I don't want you ripping this one apart like you did yours. So, I can't do that sorry."

"Then no deal," Mackenzie said, "you can just leave."

"What? But then how will you get home."

"I guess I'll just walk."

"That's insane! Look just, just let me give you a ride. It won't be that long I pro-"

Brandon was interrupted by the loud click of the bathroom door unlocking. The door slowly creaked open just enough for Mackenzie to pop her head (and some of her silky-smooth bare shoulder) out to look at Brandon. She had a look of anger so deep it was terrifying, but also kinda hot.

"I'll. Just. Walk." She said before sleeking back inside and relocking the door.

Brandon was in shock. Was Mackenzie really so mad she would rather go home naked. While that was something he'd love to see Brandon wasn't sure he wanted it under these circumstances. He kinda wanted to go out with Mackenzie (a little bit more so after hearing her assert herself.) If he didn't do something now, he may lose his chance forever.

"Well?" Mackenzie said from inside the bathroom, "do we have a deal?"