Proper Identification
"I'd like to purchase this beer, please." said Hitsugaya.
The clerk laughed and said, "Kid, how old are you?"
"Old enough to buy a beer."
"No, no, you gotta be 21 to buy a beer. So why don't you just go home 'cause there's people waiting in line behind you?"
Hitusgaya snorted and said, "I will have you know that I am older than you are and ever will be."
"Okay, okay, just show me your ID."
Hitsugaya pulled from his back pocket an ID card (courtesy of the Shinigami Women's Association) and showed it to the clerk.
"A hundred years old! That's a good one!" the clerk managed to say between laughs.
Hitsugaya closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Then he leaned over the counter, and, enunciating each word, ordered very deliberately, "Hand over the beer."
Suddenly feeling very cold, the clerk stopped laughing and robotically gave him the bottle. All eyes followed Hitsugaya to the door as the clerk fumbled with the cash register to try and help the next customer.
Hitsugaya left the store without having paid a cent (although it wouldn't have mattered since he didn't have any money and never intended to pay anyway) and tried to remember the clerk's face in his head for some day when he might need it.
Upon his return to the agreed meeting point, Hitsugaya tossed the bottle to Matsumoto and said, "Get your own damn beer next time."
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AN: I'm not really sure where I got this idea from. It's kind of random, isn't it? I probably forgot, since it's been sitting on my computer for a while now. Oh, well.