To hell with discretion! Show a friend your one weird trick!

Maybe you would try to hide this sort of power from your family and some of your friends, but what about your best friends? You're going to immediately make an idiot of yourself if you try to roam around without backup, especially since Alice isn't going to be around all the time to help. You needed someone in the know who could bail you out.

As you thought about it, you needed someone closer than the friends who would bail you out of something. Those friends are great, but they're also responsible and they'd probably tell you to not fool around with magic coins. You needed someone who would get into trouble right alongside you in order to be comfortable showing them the new you. You sat down and picked up your phone, and started to scroll. Now who would...

Ah, yes. Felicia Archer.

There could be no other choice than your partner in crime. Well, partner in misdemeanors, you had a couple of those. Once, on your encouragement, you two walked right into a classy charity event that you knew nobody at, let alone had an invitation for, and managed to stay under the radar and get all kinds of fancy snacks, pretending to mingle like you belonged. Now, that in its own right is bold, but where Archer really took things to the next level was when the sit-down dinner with fancy prime rib was about to begin, and she sees there are two seats open at a table, with the names Mandy and Richard Gardner on the placeholders on the table. She clearly thought it was a good idea to simply assume those identities, since if they weren't at the tables yet they were clearly no-shows, right? Five minutes later, just two bites into your prime rib, the real Gardners show up, and what is Archer's brilliant idea? To claim that the real Gardners were imposters! She was very convincing, or so you thought, until you learned that the charity event and meal were to honor the Gardner Foundation, and they were the hosts for the evening. One other great quality about Felicia is that she is a very fast runner, and you had difficulty keeping up with her as you two sprinted from the party.

Archer was the kind of girl that jumped into the thick of things head-first and run with things, for better or worse, and that was what you needed, so you texted her, saying you had something really weird that you needed help with. All your other friends would immediately want more details before committing, but you and Felicia didn't bother at that point. The only information she wanted to know is if she should bring beers or bandages, that's the level of acceptance you two were at with whatever scenarios you found yourselves in. This was definitely a 'beers' one.

A half hour later, Felicia opens your apartment door and walks right in, holding a bag of beers and grinning widely. "You know I was just thinking about how we weren't spending that much time together lately, and then you text and I'm like... hey, that's gotta be a sign! You've been buried in tests lately, are they all done now?"

"Uhh, not really. I'm probably gonna have to drop statistics if I'm gonna even survive this semester. What about you?" You take a beer from Felicia and open it up, taking a quick sip. Oof, this one is bitter beyond belief, but you had an unspoken rule between you two that you drink what was brought, and you are positive Felicia does this to you on purpose.

"Bogged down in group projects. The first two years were a breeze, this semester really sucks though. I miss the parties. Remember the one where I punched that girl who said she hated my shoes?" Archer took a seat on your couch, leaning back and closing her eyes with a beer in her own hand. In those moments of brief silence, one might mistake Felicia for a normal girl--her wavy blonde hair always had a cute slightly messy look to it, and she had an angelic smile. Archer was fairly tall for a woman, plenty fit and quite slim, had great legs, but otherwise modest curves. And then she'd say two sentences and people would quickly realize she was actually some kind of gremlin.

"Oh yeah. And then she--wait, before we get into all that. The weird thing."

Archer's eyes opened, and her grin widened. "The weird thing. Is this a 'tell me' weird or a 'show me' weird? Or should we flip a coin on it?"

Oh, this was going to be a blast already. You took a long swig of beer, winced at the bitterness, and set your glass down. "Yeah, I think it's been enough time... I'm going to show you. Now when I say weird, I mean this will beat out every other weird thing we've ever done or talked about."

"Even that time that we--"

"Even THAT time."

"Wow, okay John. You've got my undivided attention." Felicia sat up, crossing her legs on the couch as you stood up. You fished around in your pocket. And then you had a moment of panic, as you began to look around in your backpack. Where was the coin?!