He snickered when Phasma called Hux out. But then she was calling him out. Ben tossed his head stubbornly. "I only lost a few bets, thank you. I can't be great at everything." He tried to pretend as though he were offended. Ben didn't actually care that much that he'd lost out on those two bets. He'd won with Natasha but technically, he'd cheated.
That didn't count as a loss though. That was just a not-loss. Just like that was a not-flirtatious way of Phasma making suggestions. Ben spent a fair amount of time examining Phasma's face after that little comment, like he was attempting to read her mind without actually reading her mind. The question upgraded her to a raised eyebrow and half a smirk.
Had she meant what she said or was this just drunk banter? Either way, the shot was his. He let this one go down a little slower. This was what number? Five? "It was an experiment." Ben purposely didn't go into more detail, even if his tongue was starting to feel loose.
The sixth shot went down a little harder. He'd turn toward Hux fully right after swallowing, swinging on the stool. He knew Phasma would take a shot as well but somehow that had felt like Hux was intentionally digging at him. "I've never turned spy behind my leader's back like I thought he wouldn't notice."