Ayame walked out of the store with the clerks blissfully unaware of the box of brown paper bags in her schoolbag. Typically, her bag would be filled with chips and candy bars, but today she had something a bit more... grown-up in mind. She hadn't told Tatsyua or Jaakuna what she was up to, but she was sure they'd like the surprise. Her heart thumped as she eyed the liquor store down the road. She took a breath to calm herself. She didn't know why she was so nervous. There was probably less of a chance getting caught as she wouldn't technically be stealing today... Well, the paper bags didn't count because who even cares about stupid bags? 

She glanced around warily and slipped into an alley near the store. Her plan wouldn't work if she was wearing her school uniform. She had an easy fix for that, but it would draw way too much attention if people were watching. Peaked behind the trash cans for any hobos, then checked the street again to make sure no one was watching. However, she noticed her hands were trembling ever so slightly. She slapped her cheeks and scolded herself. [i][color=ec008c]Geez, Ayame. What the hell's wrong with you. You've don this a million times before...[/color][/i] With that, she closed her eyes and focused. A pale blue flame puffed into existence. It started at her fingertips, then snaked its way up her arms. It swirled around her, then, after a brief flare much like a camera flash, she was a perfectly respectable Japanese businesswoman. 

She stepped out of the alley and entered the liquor store, her heart thumping heavily in her chest. [i][color=ec008c]In and out. Just like every other time. It's no big deal...[/color][/i] But, for some reason, she couldn't stop her hands from shaking. Her targets were simple: a six-pack of beer and a bottle of vodka. More than enough for the three of them to have some fun. [i][color=ec008c]I'll calm down once I get some of this in me,[/color][/i] she thought as she brought the items up to the counter. She handed the cashier her "ID," a random gift-card cloaked in foxfire to make it look like a legitimate ID card. As long as she didn't bend it... as long as she didn't have crazy powers like Jaakuna. [i][color=ec008c]Crap, what if I messed up?[/color][/i] She immediately dismissed the thought. She never messed up, and there was no reason for her to be this nervous. The cashier eyed the fake ID, looked at Ayame, then rung up the items. She paid quickly and then hurried out of the store. 

[color=ec008c]"Mission successful!"[/color] she said aloud as she dipped back into the alley to extinguish her illusory flame. She slipped all the bottles into her schoolbag so no one would be suspicious, then headed off to meet up with the guys and brag about how awesome she was. She'd leave out the bits about being nervous; they'd just make fun of her. Her heart was still racing, though. She spun on her heal and glared at whatever was behind her. Nothing. She tried remembering if she pissed anyone off lately, anyone that would want to jump her while she was alone. Nobody came to mind. All she could do was increase her pace and meet up with her friends as quickly as possible.