To Get Out for a While (Hayden, Damon, and Sean)

[T. Vega]

T was inbetween in their group of friends. Hayden and Sean had very adult jobs where they were responsible for a lot of people and things. Damon on the other hand, didn't even have to get out of bed if he didn't want to. T...well T just got a job so he could read and research all day if he truely wished to do so.

"Yea, Shh," T laughed. "Don't say grow up around Damon, his head might explode," he teased.

[Damon Dearborn]

"Hey, now," Damon protested, although it was a feeble protest at best. After all, T was right. Damon refused to grow up. And right now, he couldn't really see a compelling reason why he should. He could live with his parents, rent-free, and had a trust fund for all of his spending needs. So he really didn't need a job or anything even remotely resembling responsibility. It was all taken care of for him.

The only trouble was that he was honestly bored. There was only so much laying around that a guy could do before he started to crave some action. And of course, living with one's parents wasn't exactly considered to be a turn-on to most girls.

So maybe this new job would be just what Damon needed. A way to make money without being stuck behind a desk or a bar or a counter. And it would keep him busy and maybe bring him a little bit of adventure. Worse things could happen, right? As long as it wasn't the kind of adventure that Sean and Hayden faced every day in their jobs.

"At least I have a job now. That's something, right? But if I ever start wearing robes and acting all serious all the time, I do hope you'll do the right thing and put me out of my misery."

[Sean Leviner]

Sean looked up, his eyes glancing at both Hayden and T first, before looking over to Damon. "What exactly does this job entail, by the way?" he asked, hoping his doubtful tone didn't quite come through. It wasn't that he didn't think Damon could hold a job- in fact, quite the opposite. He was stubborn enough and had enough charisma that he could do just about anything. Sean was just curious what had finally grabbed his interest enough so that he would become employed by it.

"Anyway, guys, I'm only here for another couple of minutes. I'm doing research for a job."

Like that would surprise any of them, he thought, smiling lightly. "But someone owl me when we decide to go out, okay?"

[Damon Dearborn]

Damon shrugged, quite unconcerned. Maybe if he stopped to think about it, he might have been a little more suspicious about this job, seeing as he'd been given very little information about it. But unlike his friends, Damon really didn't think about such things... He just took things as they came. He wasn't much for making plans or having set schedules, so anything that wasn't routine was more likely to catch his attention. This job seemed to promise that.

"Oh, I don't know, exactly," he said. "I think it might be just running errands or something like that. I wouldn't be needed all the time... I just have to be ready when he does need me. And since I've got nothing but time on my hands, I'm pretty much ideally suited for it."

He frowned at Sean's comment that he'd need to run out soon to do some research. Even back at school, it had seemed that the three of them had always been researching something. At least one of them had always been in the library if they weren't in class or sleeping. Not Damon, though. In fact, Damon had only set foot in the library about a half-dozen times in seven years.

"Research?" he said, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "Man.... if I don't work enough, you guys work too much. Especially you, Sean. You look exhausted."

[Sean Leviner]

Sean shook his head at Damon as he explained what the job responsibilities entailed. Well, kind of. "Sounds like you're working for the Mafia. Or a hit wizard." His tone was as light as it was ever known to get, and he was joking, obviously with no idea how dead on he was.

He was gathering his things, looking back at Damon as he spoke again, and he flashed a rare, cheeky smile. "Well someone's gotta save the world. Might as well be me."

He stood up, nodding at the other two. "I'll see you lot later."

[Damon Dearborn]

Damon had to laugh at this. Imagine... him in the mob! He had seen The Godfather, one of the few muggle movies he had ever seen, actually, and he tried to imagine himself as Marlon Brando. It was really a pretty funny concept. Was there a such thing as a wizard mob?

"Haha, yeah, right. I'm gonna make you an offer you can't refuse," he joked in his best Brando impression (which, admittedly, wasn't very good at all). "Can you imagine, me in the mob? I figure he's got some kind of delivery service or something like that... probably deals in products too big to be carried by owls. I don't know. I guess I'll let you know when I find out."

He was a bit disappointed when Sean said he had to go, but he couldn't say he was surprised by it. Sean had the look about him of someone who was always in a hurry, always worried about something. Damon felt sorry for him... he almost wished he could switch places with the guy for a day, just so Sean could take a break and catch his breath.

"All right, man. Take care of yourself, OK? And I'm going to hold you to your promise. Drinks later this week, all four of us. Don't make me track you down."

He watched Sean go, a rare worried expression on his own face, then turned back to T and Hayden. "Dude. What if I am in the mob? Wouldn't that be cool?"

[T. Vega]

T shook his head. Damon in the mob would be pretty dangerous. He got into enough trouble on his own, what would the mob add to that.

But it was fun to play along. "Yea, you know with his mob buddies, tracking any of down could get dicey." He laughed and they waved bye to Sean.

"I should probably get going too," T said to Damon and Hayden. He was back to studying the note left on his front door months ago

You would have made him proud

Needless to say, T was rather distracted.