On the other hand, everything bothered Aiden today. He blamed it on the humidity of the atmosphere, but that was by far the least probable cause. He prided himself in being a wonderful bartender, he was even a little proud. Like Tom Cruise in Cocktail, only less...whatever the hell that was. Today though he seemed unable to find joy in most things. Maybe the hipsters were to blame on this one. It was their peculiar way to pronounce words, draw them out with their jaws set and eyerolls in strategic syllables. Everything about them made him murderous - and he was already pretty trigger happy these days to begin with. It didn't help that these people were making so much noise he actually considered fishing something out of Emyli's bag just to see if he fended off the migraine tonight when she offered. "Got a gun in there?" He asked instead, snickering.
Aiden didn't mean to watch Emyli down the shot and bite the lime so intently, so when he caught himself he frowned and looked away. This he was sure was just his subconscious reacting to the stability he found himself in. He wasn't used to it, it was abnormal; and everything about Emyli reminded him of the birds who came to his work on the weekends in massive groups, all flirting the bartenders up a storm, some getting their bottom line: free drinks. Or something more. One thing Emyli didn't have, though, was the accent. There was still a bit of a flashback when she explained a little too thoroughly how she'd come to have her movements constrained. The girls back home talked like that sometimes too, it was almost a contest. Aiden's eyebrows rose in a mix of distress and amusement - he didn't want to know any of this, God. Once his imagination was under control Aiden shrugged. "Well that's a more fun way to get injured than slipping on a dropped ice cream cone and falling sideways, I s'pose."
Aiden was absolutely okay with Sweet Home Alabama. It was a classic and it had some good guitar parts Aiden was definitely partial to. But this was too fucking much. There was no reason to react to that song the way the burly bearded guys had, so when they did Aiden looked at them in absolute disdain, while completely perplexed by this reaction. Looking to the side he noticed the hipsters staring with the very same expression he had, which made Aiden change it immediately. Now he was simply surveying the scene with his best poker face. The birthday kid had to pick one of the few quieter moments in the song to go and insult it and the actual hicks present. The second the sentence came out Aiden sighed, rolling his eyes. He knew damn well what was coming. Before the first punch was thrown Aiden had already turned around and popped the second tequila open, downing half of it - literally - watching out the corner of his eyes while the fight went on.