Anyone else would have admonished Emyli for throwing fuel - beer - to the fire - the fight - but Aiden actually found that he couldn't give a fuck. He jumped back as a kid's head got slammed onto the bar, then downed some more tequila. Things were beginning to blur a little by the time the song ended and Sweet Child O' Mine came on. At that point Aiden almost felt like trying to get the patrons' attention and tell them that a better song that everyone liked was on, but before he could a chair came flying in the direction of the bar. Not only did a bunch of bottles break and almost hurt his co-worker, but Aiden dropped his precious Tequila on the floor as well, shattering it all over his feet. It all happened really fast from then on. He felt something bubbling up inside that he could no longer control - nor was he sober enough to - and Aiden, despite his short stature, managed to jump over the counter and right at the chair thrower: A hipster boy who was all too excited to be in his first genuine bar brawl. As he jumped Aiden could feel the familiar heat of flames circling his extremities, and he had to be careful not to torch up entirely while closing the space between himself and the chair-thrower.
Despite having upwards of ten inches on Aiden the boy was a scrawny little shit, and Aiden did not miss a beat in grabbing him by the neck and pulling him down onto a table, sideways. "Rule number one of bar brawls, mate, you don't fuck with the people behind the bar." He growled.
"You're not security!" Said the little shit, whimpering. Aiden pushed his lips together into a straight line, closing his eyes to draw a calming breath. Instead, a chuckle came out. He pulled the little boy up by the collar again and backhanded him in a gesture of pure humiliation. A man who had no face to get punched on was no man at all.
"No but I am the king of this bloody hovel, that's the queen you almost injured-" he pointed at Emyli "-and we can do whatever the fuck we want with shits like you. I am just looking for a reason, mate, give me a reason." He growled again, pointing at the door. Inwardly he really, really was hoping the boy wouldn't count his blessings and leave. Aiden was really feeling the urge to set some motherfucker on fire. Suddenly Aiden's mind was invaded by a cacophony of cheers from the Lynyrd Skynyrd crowd. Aiden turned to them. "Think you're any fuckin' better? Grown men pickin' fights over music differences, sit the fuck down."