Jackson flinched, his eyes squeezing shut. But instead of searing pain, he felt... nothing.
He cracked one eye open to see Gabriella doubled over in laughter, the gun hanging loosely at her side.
"You should see your face!" She gasped between fits of giggles. "Oh my god, it's priceless!"
Realization dawned on him. "It... it wasn't loaded?"
His laughter subsided to a chuckle as she shook her head. "No, you big baby. It's just a blank."
He let out a long, shaky breath, his heart still pounding. "Jesus Christ, I thought I was dead!"
"Oh please," she scoffed, tossing the gun onto a nearby table with a casual flick of her wrist. "If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead. I don't miss."
He ran a hand through his hair, his cocky demeanor momentarily shaken. "Well, that's... comforting, I guess?
