Rachel rushed out of the house and over to Dawn's place. She felt funny as she went, but chalked it up to the alcohol.
When she got to Dawn's front door, her friend looked at her and said--"Rachel, what took you so long--hurry up and come on in."
She ushered Rachel on in to the house and then into her bedroom. She had shot glasses ready and before she knew it, she had poured a shot and downed it.
"Oooh, that is really good," she told Rachel and then the two proceeded to down a couple more.
About that time Dawn looked over at her friend and noticed she appeared to look different. She couldn't put her finger on why though.
"Hey there Rachel ol gal," she said happily, "come with me."
The two wandered to the bathroom and ooked at each other with concern. Both noted that the other looked different somehow, but as they started to bump into the wall decided to focus on
heading to the bathroom.
By the time they made it down the hall and into the bathroom, Tequila bottle in tow, they had aged a few years.
As they got into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, they both remarked--"Hey, we look older don't we?"
"Yeah Dawn we do--I wonder what happened--wait--lemme see that Tequila bottle," Dawn told her friend.
"It says it is Age Tequila--guaranteed to make you older--at random. Hey, check your ID Rachel."
"Well, it says..."