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Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.

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"We could just walk around until we find something interesting to do."

"Okay."

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"Cool. After we're done eating I'm gonna tell Isabella about it and we can catch a bus."

"Oh, you have to tell her when you're coming and going?"

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"No, but I'm going to sleep with her tonight so I wanted to let her know when I'd be arriving, or if that's too late reschedule."

"Oh."

Slump.

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There really isn't a whole lot she can do, here, is there?

Food.

And bus.

And town.

And walking aimlessly.

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Walk walk. If there are pretty things, Sadde points at them. And tries to make small talk.

"D'you have a fake ID?" Jackson asks, when they pass a bar.

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"No."

"Oh." Pause. "Can you look old enough not to need one?"

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"I've never really tried, I'm not sure, but wouldn't you need one? Also, are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I have one." Fidget.

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"Hmm. No drinking. Lemme see if I can make myself look older."

"I just want one beer."

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She doesn't respond, and closes her eyes.

It's just like doing the splits, really. She's noticed how she's subtly altered her own shape before, from one gender to the other. She probably doesn't look like what she would if it weren't for the magic, years of subtle alterations. So this should... be... simple. Shouldn't it? Just... do them more.

...some of those alterations start becoming visible as she scrunches her eyebrows.

Jackson doesn't distract her.

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She... doesn't quite manage to look much older. A few years, maybe she could pass for a youngish-looking twenty-year-old.

"I don't think you're quite to not needing to be carded," sighs Jackson.

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She continues scrunching her eyebrows and trying to do the splits.

But eventually she gives up and starts de-aging. "Yeah, sorry, can't get better than that yet."

"Maybe they'll let us in if you say you're not going to drink and they stamp your hand or something?" Jackson asks dubiously.

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"We could try that if you want."

So they go up and the bouncer figures Jackson's ID for a fake instantly and will not let them in.

Jackson slouches over to a bench on the sidewalk and sulks there.

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