Even after the brave new world the Light of May had opened everyone up to, there were some things one could not come back from. Setting furniture on fire in one's workplace was one of them. Had to be, Aiden didn't imagine himself so lucky.As he watched the fire burn out the corner of his eye Aiden made peace with this, and even smiled. The beer incident only made him roll his eyes and push the idiot away with one hand, still staring the burly asshole down. He was finally backing away, but then his whole crew seemed to want in on the action. At this point, already settling into unemployment, Aiden had to look like he felt: with nothing left to lose. In fact he was smiling, and he knew the flame was dancing in his eyes as it always would, and he was entirely aware of how creepy he had to look. But the men weren't backing away any further and Aiden was getting impatient; if it wasn't for Emyli's timely arrival Aiden might just have set them on fire next. He would, he was honest-to-God considering it. "You heard the lady." He growled, and at last the bikers seemed to be considering a scatter.
Emyli's exclamation startled Aiden, who wondered what else was going tits up at the moment. However, he knew better than to turn his back on the bikers just yet, so he glanced at her sideways, snickering when he understood what that had been about. "What kind of bar has marshmallows in the back?" He wondered out loud, still amused. "Let it burn a little longer." The longer he was exposed to fire the better he felt; his mood was improving considerably. That the two groups involved in the fight seemed to be attempting to leave without picking up their tabs, however, threatened to blow that all to pieces again. He finally felt safe enough to turn around. "Oi! Pretty boys leave $235,65, old geezers just $200. We want you out, but not that much." A moment after he said this the gorups rushed to do their math and leave the money on the bar counter, and Aiden was genuinely shocked at how easy it had been. He only noticed their terrified faces when the voice of Fire itself let him know he had been nursing a tiny fireball in each hand. So much for keeping his 'talents' a secret. "So, so fired." He murmured.