Leah picked her jaw up off the floor, then tentatively peeked under one of the goo-laden chips, as if all the jalapenos had grown tiny legs and scampered underneath the pile. Turning on her barstool, she looked for security cameras, or suspicious looking people with cell phones.<br/><br/>"Are we being punked?" She asked quietly, turning back to Dustin. The sheer joy on his face was contagious, and she couldn't help but smile.<br/><br/>"Leah," she said, offering her hand in a quick shake that was more fingers than hand. "May I try it?" She asked, nodding at the wand. Dustin grinned and handed it over to her. Accepting it delicately, she studied it a moment. It didn't look like some magical instrument, nor did it feel like anything out of the ordinary. Clearing her throat, she turned a bit and surveyed the room.<br/><br/>"I wish everyone's pants here fell down. Oh shit, except ours!" She hastily added before the burst happened again. The sound of several belts clanking to the wooden floor rang out as several pairs of jeans, a couple pairs of khakis, and a pair of dress slacks dropped to the ground. Leah clamped a hand over her mouth and turned back to Dustin, her eyes watering from the effort of holding in peals of laughter as she leaned into him.