@Alisdragon911@Dark Light@Pineappletumble(Tavern)
The young womans gaze flicked to the side as the shattered glass reformed on the floor, it's liquid still spilled on the floor. The boy who had dropped it looked very much like he had never experienced something like the intoxicating effects of alcohol to the human body. Unfortunately for him he would wake up with the classic signs of a hangover in the morning. Eyes the colour of the flames looked toward the witch girl, her hand finishing it's movements. She could feel the magic flowing in the room and as she stood to leave - her drink now all over her dress - the phoenix caught her gaze. It was a look that said she knew what it was that she had done, whose fault it was that the broken glass was no longer broken.
Naturally, as she returned her attention to the man in front of her, he had been about to speak, interrupted by the yelling and the broken glass. He stood to go, but not before she had spoken in such a way that only he would hear.
"I'll be here when you are finished." He intrigued her, though only enough that she wouldn't burn him alive right away, but not enough that she wouldn't if he bothered her too much.
Much to her distaste, a fight broke out when the man who previous sat across from her jumped the counter to attack someone. For what purpose she was unaware. It was the noise that bothered her though, the shouting and the sounds of things breaking that she did not want to deal with. Standing, she made her way over to the two, saw a fist raised and grabbed onto the hand with such force that struggle would have broken his hand. She flung him to the side, the floor lighting up in the same blue fire the candles had taken on. They burned nothing though as they crackled and tangled she had the rooms attention.
"Take it outside."