"Yup," Brandon said with a somewhat proud smile. Life wasn't worth living if you didn't prank people every now and again. Or, maybe it was worth living, but it wasn't very fun. Her mind went to O'Brien and Brandon's smirk widened. "In theory, I'm telling you no because he's my boss as far as Team Security goes." He gave her a little grin. "But, frankly, that sounds hilarious and I'd be more than fucking happy to help you out with that." Besides, Brandon still held a tiny bit of resentment toward O'Brien for things with his sister and how long it took him to stop being such a child about it.
Bitchsplosion. Brandon chuckled and nodded. "Exactly like a bitchsplosion." Brandon may have been annoying and sometimes obnoxious, but he liked to think that he didn't bitch a lot. "I'm more prone to ragesplosioins than bitchsplosions, but I think they're both pretty lethal," he added with a little smirk.
"It is. Almost as wrong as it is for me not to be shooting. If anything, I blame the antibiotics the doc has me on. They totally fuck with my head." And that wasn't a lie. Those antibiotics were murder. "Obviously when I get off those, things'll be back to normal." He hoped so, anyway.
Brandon couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "I call it my cop sense. Mostly I call it that because it drives my sisters nuts, but it's still sorta true. The whole 'being a cop' thing has given me a pretty good people sense." Almost uncanny sometimes, actually.
"Mmm. So you imagine," Brandon's grin told her that he was on to her, and pushed the door to the cafeteria open, holding it for Maddie. Once she was through, he said, "and because I held the door for you, you have to start. My game suggestion, my rules." Just as he always said to his sisters.