"Your turn!" Gina announced, turning toward Debra.
"My turn?" Debra asked, raising an eyebrow,
"Yeah, we can have a double date," persisted Gina. She got up from Debra's computer. "It'll be fun!"
"I haven't done that since high school..."
"Then make yourself younger."
"You ARE crazy, you know?" Debra, despite her reply, sat down. "Who's available?"
"I thought you liked Octovio?"
"I just want to review my options," Debra explained. "Who's that?"
She was looking out at the reception area, where a middle aged man was sitting in one of the chair's near Ms. Baker's office, looking tired, rumpled, depressed and filling out a form.
"We're hiring a part time driver, I guess he's one of the applicants," shrugged Gina. "He looks too gloomy for Celeste to hire."
"Yeah, maybe we can cheer him up or something," Debra answered, looking back at the computer. "I don't really have any information on him, so how do I do this...?"
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Over 50 and applying for a part time, entry level job. It figured. He couldn't keep a job, it seemed, and now couldn't get one. Not the way things were supposed to go.
Sighing, he picked up a pen and got ready to fill out the form.
'Might as well start with something easy,' he thought and looked at the blank line for his name, and drew a blank.
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"You erased his name!" Gina exclaimed in a voice just a little to loud to qualify as a whisper.
"I know," Debra answered, a bit impatiently. "I didn't like it, so I'm giving him a new one. Damon... something?"
"Name him after that guy on Vampire Diaries!" exclaimed Gina, excitedly.
"Who?"
"Damon Salvatore! He's the sexy, rebellious brother. Dark hair, great eyes..."
"Wait, that's the show about vampires, isn't it? I don't want to date the undead!"
"They're supposed to be very sexy..."
"So why didn't YOU make a vampire lover?"
"I didn't think of it," admitted Gina. "Plus, they can't go out in daylight, and I was thinking of hitting a beach somewhere. Green? What kind of last name is that?"
"One that will let me get onto the rest of him. I want to make him younger and healthier and a few other things besides renaming him. Maybe mid-twenties... oops!"
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Sheesh! Damon concluded he must be having a real case of the nerves, momentarily forgetting his name. "Damon Green" still looked wrong, somehow, even though he knew he'd been writing it since he'd started school back in... back when he'd been a kid.
He wrote down "Driver" as the position he was applying for and filled in his birth date and for his age 15.
Damon stopped cold and blinked. Why was he applying for a driving position when he wouldn't have even a temporary permit until February? Sure, he wanted something part time to work around school, but he wouldn't be able to actually do the job until next year, when he was 15 and a half-- and then he'd have to have a licensed adult with him while driving! He quickly scribbled over "Driver" and wrote down "Any."
Nervously he went on to the rest of the form.
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"Should I change him back? I just hit the wrong key for the decade," Debra asked, frowning at the screen.
"Well, he looks a lot cuter, but now he is jail bait," replied Gina, looking into the reception area. She glanced at Martin, then back at the boy. "You could try out being a cougar, or something."
"Actually, maybe I should retry high school, now that I've gone through it once and had some real world experience..." Debra mused, looking out at the boy earnestly filling out the form. "It might be fun trying out being a high school athlete with an athletic boyfriend..."
"I thought *I* was supposed to be the crazy one," insisted Gina, looking at her co-worker. "Besides, I can't double date with teenagers!"
Debra wasn't listening. Instead she was anxiously typing away, before she lost her nerve.
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He felt really weird filling out his personal information. It was as if his home address, school location, and other things were morphing as he wrote them out. Damon didn't notice as his face became leaner, whiskers fading away, eyes growing clearer and less tired looking, shirt transforming from a wrinkled, cheap dress shirt into a tight, blue, shiny athletic shirt. His pants became form fitting skinny jeans, his shoes high end athletic shoes. His body fat dropped into the low, single percentages, while his muscles swelled-- not to bodybuilder size, instead to those of an athlete-- maybe a gymnast. At some subconscious level, Damon noticed he was feeling better, healthier, and more rested.
"Job Experience"
He hesitated, then plunged onward.
"Parkour Instructor and Personal Trainer" he wrote down, filling in the address of the local fitness center he belonged to, while memories of working out after school filled his mind, and of learning parkour and teaching it, and how to work out, to others.
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"Are you sure about this?" Gina asked, staring out at the now young hunk.
"You think that the skinny jeans might be too much?" asked Debra, saving the information.
"Hell no! His legs look great!" Gina answered. "But-- wait! Are you really making yourself younger? Why would a high school student be working here?"