Gina checked in on you and Brandon, but you didn't have any interest in her.
"Whatcha want?" you asked.
"Just looking at what you're up to."
"Nothin."
When there was a commercial, you lost interest for a second and started up a game of tag with Brandon.
"Mom, what are you doing here?" you asked when you saw your mother.
"It's getting late. Time to come home."
"Good, I wanted to see Jerry anyway. Isn't he with you?"
"Naa."
"So he's home?"
"No, he's out?"
"Out?'
"Yeah, he's out with Gina."
"Damn, I wanted to talk to him."
"Watch your mouth."
"I'm sorry, I just wish that I was with..."
Before you knew what you were saying, there was another flash. You weren't in Gina's house anymore. You were in a restroom. You were looking at your face in a mirror. There was a tube of lipstick in your hand that you were using to coat your lips. You had traded places with Gina out on her date with Jerry.
You looked around the restroom and noticed it was the lady's room, not the men's.
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