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[chicksdigtucker]

On Peter's advice, Tucker-cum-Tina has written a note to Ray and left it with Bar, in case he can do anything to reverse this situation. In the meantime, nothing for it but to wait and record her experiences for later blogging. She leans against the bar and sips highly caffeinated carbonated beverage through a straw.

...man, there're a lot of

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[rt_5478]

Does the dreadlocked gentleman in the far corner count as a 'cute boy'?

Whether he does or not, he's eating a plate of something vegetable-based and trying to look inconspicuous. And failing miserably.

[chicksdigtucker]

Boy, no. Cute, oh my yes. Although she's gotta take a point off for the veggies. And, of course, even she has limits when it comes to age gaps.

Nevertheless, there is more liquid flowing out of her mouth than into it.

[rt_5478]

Technically, he's too young for her, by about eight and a half years... but 'Tina' doesn't need to know that.

About three bites later, Artie becomes aware that he's being watched.

"Er... can I help you?"

[chicksdigtucker]

"You sure can... I mean... no!" No! Bad!

[will_scarlett]

As is his habit most nights, Will's got a table with a view of the Front Door, a book and dinner.

No need to talk to Harry tonight, Molly'll show up when she does, for now he's curious to see how the gender switching gets played out.

So cute red headed medieval guy having dinner.

[chicksdigtucker]

Something that might be considered a flaw or a virtue of Tucker's depending on the situation is his tendency to get far too into things. Even when the thing is being a girl. And he's never been shy with the opposite sex, no matter what the opposite sex might prefer. So what if the opposite sex is currently... opposite?

And if this one used to be a girl, so much the better.

"Hi, there, handsome! Buy a girl a drink?" She's still holding her half-finished soda, but hey, she's a fan of the classics.

[will_scarlett]

Will just blinks a lot at that greeting and blushes, he's never gotten used to being called handsome,

"Nay, milady, already 'ave a girl."

[chicksdigtucker]

She shrugs cheerfully; Tucker is entirely used to rejection. "Can't blame a guy for trying!"

[bringnewjokes]

Sam had managed to miss the exciting adventures of genderswapping in turn for summer vacation: painting her toenails black, making out with her boyfriend, and various ghost-fighting jobs. She hadn't been in the Bar in months, although she knew Tucker was still infatuated with the place. Truth was, Sam had had her fun with the Bar for the time being, and was happy with the steady ground of the place she knew.

That didn't mean she couldn't visit now and then. She hadn't known Tucker was there: she'd been deeply engrossed in her book, Edward Gorey's biography.

She hadn't even known about the gender swap thing, really. Until she'd lifted her eyes from her cherry soda to see a pair of very familiar-looking glasses.

"Tucker?"

[chicksdigtucker]

"Sam!" Tucker rushes over to her and grabs her by the shoulders. "I need your help! You gotta hook me up with a boy, pronto!"

[bringnewjokes]

A strange, dazed look dissolved as a slow, delighted grin crept over Sam's face. Slowly.

"Wait. Wait."

She dug through black pockets until, lo and behold--a voice recorder. "Say that again."

[chicksdigtucker]

Tucker gives a grunt of frustration. "I ate this mint and it had this formula in it and it turned me into Tina and I just met the guy who left 'em here and he said the antidote is the bodily fluids of someone who's been swapped in the other direction so I need to find a boy who used to be a girl and swap spit!"