Antonia jumped back from the falling bottle, and bared her teeth in a snarl when it caught fire though no clear means.
After again extinguishing the patch of flame, her glare turned to the being- and that was certainly what he was, no regular human had such a skill for pyromancy- who was casually making his exit.
She couldn’t have cared less about the toilets at this point. With the charred patches of wood scattered along the counter and floor, she was going to have to call in a favour anyway to be sure of keeping her job. What difference would a few minor explosions in the bathroom make at this point?
Nor could she care about who heard her, since the smattering of customers beside her and this damnable creature had scattered with the appearance of the first fire.
And so she was free to growl “What are you?” She didn’t care about who, or even why. Just what.
Lazily checking his wristwatch a final time, he smirked, then turned around and all but leapt over the counter-
The face made of flesh and tendon just previously, incinerated violently. a gust of flames billowed outwards and above, giving it all the impression of the worlds most intense candle top.
Smirk morphed into a cheshire smile, which somehow managed to remain when turned to pure fire a moment later.
-The spontaneously-combusting creature screamed, but a few inches away from the waitresses face, leaning on the table:
"I'M ON FIRE, BABY!"
At which point the mens toilets detonated, laying waste to years of carefully collected prose and urine stains.
