Jason gulped, turning his gaze to the bar mirror.
"Nothing; you, uh...look good."
"Well, I don't feel too good. Like I'm light-headed, or something," Chad trailed off.
Through the reflective surface, Jason bit back a grin as his coworker rubbed his forehead, a good inch away from his vanishing hairline. Already, Jason's skin swelled with rolls and curves as his former fit frame faded as quickly as his scalp hair. Tina dragged a white sanitizing towel across the wooden surface as she made her second round.
"So, you know what you want yet, Mr. Giddy?"
"Uh...another Youthenizer, I think."
"Another one? Listen, I enjoy people getting their regulars, but not from people who have been here two days."
"Ok, ok, how about a little more kick?"
"That's more I like it."
Her hands dipped below the counter, eyes never leaving Jason's as bottles clanked and clattered. Tina tapped the bottle on its ascent to Jason's spot, the cap sailing into a mini trash bin.
"Here you go, kid," Tina hung on her final word.
He clasped the 12 oz, puckering up as his taste and scent flooded with a kick. Chugging along to half-way, Jason nearly sputtered out as the cinnamon, subdued and faint in his first taste, spiked in intensity. He yanked the drink when its intensity stung his nostrils. Slamming the bottle onto his coaster, he eyed the remaining liquid at almost a quarter. Muttering a quick string of math and age, he glanced at his.
"Ow, when'd this belt get so tight?!" Chad whined between his porky wrinkled cheeks, fiddling with his metal buckle.
Jason gave Chad a one-over. Besides the contraband keg taped to his belly, Jason noticed a faint glint from the center of his scalp. The hair caught wind of greener pastures and migrated to his arms, neck, and face, but not before stretching skin every which way on its journey. His coworker's former form fitting shirt and pants couldn't hide his new bulbous structure and bent posture.
"Chad, have you been skipping out on the gym? You're packing a lot of stuffing under that shirt-" Jason clasped his neck.
Chad switched his attention to Jason and his cracking voice and hair deficit. Jason glared into the bar mirror, his adult angles fading into that familiar childish curve.
"What's happening here, Jason?"