The bar was busy, people yelling at her for drinks, others asking for her number after theyâd had one too many. It was annoying, really, but Shay had grown used to it and found better ways to dissociate and when that failed, sheâd always had a little bit of assistance in the process when it came to making the beer boil in their throats for a hot second, or simply turn to ice. That was her fun, and release. It didnât make for much ease at the sound of a bottle crashing in the corner of her bar, however - bringing her attention away from the tap for just long enough to see commotion starting in the far way. âAh... fuck.â with a grumble, the witch - with her fingers itching in their power moved towards the other end of the bar to spot a spat starting at one of the tables. While of course there were bouncers around to deal with this sort of thing, sheâd done a better job anyway, especially when her magic made a glass fly off the table beside the problem whacking one of the aggressors in the head. âThere a problem there, boys?â @s-muses
