It did not take the newly regressed Terry long to decide what to do with it. There were so many people he knew in his circle of friends who could use this kind of gift. And just picking them up again made Terry feel tempted to give the Lots another toss and see how young he ended up this time. But he knew this was good for now. Besides, with these things in his possession he figured he had all the time in the world.
He got dressed in a shirt that was now much too tight for him, and a pair of shorts that fit perfectly now but which were likewise a poor fit before. Terry swaggered out the door, lots in hand, and his daughter watched him go, wondering briefly as she saw him from behind that her father looked oddly lively and strong today. She had wanted to say something, but the door was open and shut too soon.
Terry drove over to his friend Duke Ramsey's home - Duke and he had played on the same football team, Duke the QB while Terry was the half-back. Duke like Terry had come to a poor conclusion, despite being two years younger than Terry was prior to the Lots, Duke was far gone from his prosperous and prodigious early years. He was now fat, older, in even worse condition than Terry had been in, and prone to drinking and carousing at the local strip club.
Duke lived in a rather old house, two stories, but on the cheap due to the bad history it had. It very readily gave the impression of wealth even though that was the last thing Duke had right now. Terry drove up to the rancid and decrepit old lawn out front, getting out and heading over to the large doors. He figured Duke was home at this hour.
Terry outright beamed when Duke welcomed him into the house with an astonished gasp, looking the youthened man over, "T-Terrence? Is that you? By God, man, look at you! Look...at...you!! How...how in the world are you looking like that?"
"You wouldn't believe it."
Duke crossed his arms, "Try me."
Terry took out the Lots, and held them in front of him, grinning, "Magical lots, believe it or not. I gave these things a roll, and I felt my youth and vitality restoring themselves! I must be 30-something now!"
Duke chuckled, "And you didn't go any further down? Man, you have more self control than I would've had! Did you come over here to gloat your magical fortune over me or---"
Terry promptly made to hand the lots over to Duke, who looked hungry down at them, a smirk showing on his chubby face. "I came to give you the same gift I was given. Give em a try man, see how it feels."
Duke didn't need to be told twice. He gave the lots a good roll in his hands before throwing them to the ground in front of him and looking to see what the result came up to be...