The only thing better than hipsters and rowdy dirty regulars was a birthday party. Aiden was pretty sure he had cursed out loud when he watched them arrive, all fresh faced and excited about tonight's endless possibilities. They had all gotten in a neat row around the bar and ordered a Jägerbomb each. Just carding the entire fucking party had made Aiden want to set them all on fire but he powered through it despite how blurry his vision had already become. Seeing dates of birth in that state and with that light was even worse than preparing ten Jägerbombs. They were the proud type to struck up small talk with the bartender, too, and very soon he had asked Emyli to deal with them instead. As the night wore on they stopped being his problem and when Aiden watched her serve the birthday boy another beer he didn't even wonder whether he should be cut off or not. Happy days, for all he cared.
Meanwhile the hipster table kept ordering weird-ass cocktails Aiden had never heard of and getting on his goddamn nerves. When Emyli turned to him and asked for the tequila it was at least a good break from hearing idiots with "ironic fashion sense" explain to him in a drawn out pretentious voice what an Elderflower and Lime Martini cocktail was. Taking a shot glass from the shelf he filled it with his tequila and slid it across the counter over to Emyli. "You'll need a lot more than that if you're riding this night out, love." He furrowed his brow as he watched her move slower than usual. "What's up with you? You're moving like an old lady tonight."