With the patrons pooling out of the front doors, Emyli found herself entering an even more relaxed state that she had been in. The bar was her favorite place to be and being there when she wasn't actually working was even better, in some odd little way. It was like being in school after hours, having complete and total run of the building without any of the authority figures there. Of course, it was even better watching the way Aiden was waving his flaming hands around. She let him take the bag of marshmallows out of her hand and watched as he held a few of them out into the flame.
"Neat trick," she laughed. "That's the kind of thing a girl could really use." Once they were properly roasted, Emyli grabbed two of them gently so that they wouldn't fall apart in her hands. She managed to eat one without making too much of a mess, but by the time she got to the second, her hand was covered in the sticky, sweet stuff. She was idly picking at what stuck to her fingers with her teeth when she grabbed the third marshmallow from him and watched him roast some for himself. "Yeah, but it's not exactly a mystery that we all do it. I'm pretty sure I've been fired twice now, but I just keep coming in. I think if anyone wanted us gone, the paychecks would stop at this point." She took a big bite of the third marshmallow and chewed, relishing the warm, gooey center.
"We'll just say Jimbo and his butt buddy, Rufus, got a little rowdy with a lighter or something. Not like anyone's going to say anything different -- you pretty much terrified them there at the end. That and they're all too drunk to even think twice. If any of them even fucking remember tonight, I'll be surprised. Fuck, I'll be surprised if I remember tonight."