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“Living Hell even more?! Yes! Now I have to be his babysitter!” screamed Sam.
Ben walked in holding the vessel box and proclaimed, “Devil box is here!”
“Before we open the box, let’s hear who Sam gets to babysit.” Sock decided.
Sam begged, “Sock, please no. I don’t want to remember it!”
Looking outside over his friend’s shoulder, Sam saw a familiar teenage girl get out of an expensive dark red Porsche and begin to walk into the Work Bench. Mouthing a swear, Sam rushed away from the back to see Rachel walking down an aisle. She was wearing a tight red-cropped halter top with tight black leather boots and dark blue hip hugger jeans. Her short black hair was down and long angled bangs hung over her green eyes. Her thin hips swayed and he was able to see a red belly button ring gleaming. Stopping in front of him, she spun around and remarked, “I’ll admit. You mortals here have a half decent sense of style when it comes to clothes.”
Seeing a black Chinese symbol on her lower back, Sam exclaimed, “Is that a tattoo?! And you got your belly buttoned pierced?!”
“Yes to both of them. And you forgot to mention the ears. Aren’t these silver hoops to die for?”
“Did you pay for that?!”
“Of course I did!”
“How?”
“I used your credit card!”
“WHAT?! HOW?!”
“Oh, I snuck it out of your pocket last time and I found out your pin. It wasn’t that hard. Oh, and do you see my new car? I just got it! Isn’t she a beautie?”
“Did you-”
“Pay for the car? Of course I did! I used your card there too! Luckily, I knew some people who got me a discount.”
“Just change.”
“Why?”
“Rachel. If Ted sees you in this-”
“Well, if Ted doesn’t like this, he’s a douche bag that can go to Hell.”
“Yeah, but not before firing me.”
“Ha! If I were you, I would’ve quit by now!”
“Well, just change! Please!” pleaded Sam.
Rachel reluctantly agreed, “Okay, I guess I will.”
Her eyes turned pure black and she completely changed. She was still wearing hip hugger jeans that became a pale sky blue color and glared at him with ice blue eyes. Her top became green with white stripes, white skaters shoes replaced her boots, and her now long light brown hair was pulled back into a pair of pigtails. “Thank you.” Thanked Sam. “Oh, Rachel. These are my friends. Ben and Sock.”
“Oh, the three Stooges. Better yet, a trio of knuckleheads.” Snapped Rachel.
“Guys, this is Rachel. She’s urmm...”
“18. Boy, are you stupid! No wonder why you got 600 on SATs!”
“And, I’m watching her while she’s on break from school.”
“And I’d rather be stuck in History for the rest of my life than be around you three chuckleheads.”
“Well, she knows how to tweak wiring.”
“Oh, that’s the best thing you know about me! That’s just plain sad!”
“Rachel. Please, stop being worse than the Devil.”
“Sam. Please. Stop being a Bit-”
“Hey! I can tell the Devil you were swearing! In your guys’ terms.”
“What?”
“I could tell him you were saying ‘God’”
“Oh, he knows I wouldn’t. I’m a demon. Demons don’t say the ‘G’ word.”
“Who’d he believe? Me...or you?”
“Ah...touché.” admitted Rachel.
Sam added, “So, if you decide that you don’t want to do what I say, say good-bye to any holidays with the Devil.”
“Nicely said Sam.” Complimented Sock.
Taking the vessel box, Sam opened it and informed, “Umm, the vessel...the vessel...it’s...it’s...it’s...a...a...it’s a tube of lip gloss. Strawberry flavor.”
“Oh, this is so gold! I have got to give my compliments to the Boys downstairs.” laughed Rachel. A vessel box and letter fell into her arms. “Damn. That’s mine. Here’s your vessel box.”
Taking the box from her, Sam opened it and once again informed, “Well, the vessel...the real vessel is...a video camera?”
“How are you supposed to catch a soul with that?” questioned Ben.
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