Disastrously

Things happen more quickly than either of them could easily make sense of.

The gun popped, before anything else began, so signalling the race of confusion that followed. Amy's aim was no good this time, and instead of hitting the red head, it hit one of her friends, a late teen with a cute black bob, in the back of the head. It was a stroke of fortune or design that spared Brendan from a particularly monstrous fate, as the gun locked onto the smile of the poor girl instead of somewhere else.

Her mouth glowed blue, and the swap was made.

Brendan had already been clumsy in his leap, thanks to his ridiculous platform heels, and a second jolt of panic flitted through Brendan's chest as he heard the gun pop. He swatted at it in a **** attempt to misdirect the shot, but was, of course, too slow to do anything other than smack Amy's arm. Amy fell back, startled by the alt chic bunny diving at her from across the table. Her chair tipped back precariously, and she pinwheeled her arms sending the gun careening into the air.

She landed with a thud on her back, while Brendan floundered on the table, but both maintained enough sense to watch as the Boop Boop Raygun plummeted from the sky, spinning and twirling, and landed against the ground with a crash. It cracked, and sizzled, and blue bolts rippled out of the seams of the guns outer plating. Amy and Brandon cried in distress, but both were drowned out by the shrill cry of the girl who'd been struck with the second shot. The one small mercy was that she drew attention away from them, as they scrambled for the gun. Amy reached it first, and plucked it from the ground, just as Brendan awkwardly loped over in his heels.

The black haired girl stood up and started shouting, "Oh my god!" over and over before crying, "What happened to my teeth?! Melissa, do you see this? Where are my braces?" Her voice was full of panic, and echoed throughout the food court.

"Braces?" Brendan stammers. He draws his lips back in a harsh smile, feeling a scrape against the inside of his cheeks as he does. He pokes a finger against his teeth, and sure enough, there he feels a hard jagged protrusion coming off of each tooth bound together by long metal wires. "What the hell?" he hisses to himself, as he runs his finger along the wire of the foreign attachment. Already an ache starts to build in his mouth, and he turns to Amy. "Reverse it! Quick!"

Amy, who had been watching Brendan, nods and starts fussing with the gun. At last she presses a button on the side with the rewind symbol next to it. "Alright. There." She states with an uneasy confidence.

Brendan keeps smiling, and keeps poking at his teeth, but nothing changes. "Do it again!" he pleads. "It didn't work!"

Amy does press the button a second time, and a third, then starts to hammer it over and over, but nothing happens. No blue glow. No tingle. No pop. No nothing. The gun is unresponsive.

The small circle of girls had fortunately drawn most of the attention from the food court while Amy and Brendan fussed over the gun. With more than a degree of frustration, and a sympathetic glance to the panicking young ladies, they slip away, unaware as a bewildered nerd watched them go.

Jack saw them the moment they'd shown up, even daring to fantasize about asking the cute goth girl out again. Maybe if he asked her out as friends, he'd have a shot down the road? Hell, even if he didn't she was cute enough to just hang out with her. Those floppy bunny ears were even cuter, and he had almost stood up to approach the two girls when they started bickering over the toy gun. At first he tried to figure out if it was some scifi trinket or cosplay prop, but nothing came to his mind, so he simply watched. He watched their whole exchange with the weird toy, and he watched everything that transpired after they used it, but for the moment all he did was watch.