Echo sat at his usual table in the Elysuim, with his cup of tea. The dead silence of the place set his mind to spinning a bit faster than usual. He surveyed his surroundings.
There was Max, polishing a shot glass. Harmless enough. A man he didnt recognize sat at the bar, chuggingg a budweiser. There was also a lady in the room. She seemed a bit effite for a torrie, saying hardly a word since arriving, taking her seat near the fire. The fire. Fire.
Echoe tried to shake off the urge... but the place seemed to need a bit more activity.
There had been silence here, save the squeak of Max's towel agaist the shotglass, for what seemed like an hour.
He walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder. The guy ignored him and went on drinking. Echoe tapped his shoulder again.
The guy turned around. "What?!"
"How many fae does it take to screw in a lightbulb?"
"Four," finally a word from the young torrie.
Echoe paused a second. "Four? Now that would be an orgy.. but God only knows how they get in there."
The guy left his seat and exited. Echoe quickly took the seat he had occupied, and smiled to Max, who smiled back in return.
Echoe looked at the torrie. Then at the fire. Then at the torrie... Kill her, no. But a harmless prank to liven thinks up a bit, that couldn't hurt. Parlour trick.
Echoe looked back up at Max and smiled. "Everclear... Double... Double..."
Max gave him a puzzled look. "Not your usual?"
Another word from the Torrie, "Max thinks you have had enough already, dear."
Echo smiled again. Max handed him a double shot of Everclear. Echoe took a sip, wetting his tongue. Hated that taste.
He walked over to the torrie, and sat down in front of her, his left side facing the fire. Took another sip, holding the alcohol in his mouth. He then set the shotglass, half full. at her feet.
"Hello," she said. He smiled up at her, warmly.
She watched in curious amusement as he licked his finger, swallowed, and traced a line down the side of the glass to the fire.
He took a step back and waited. The torrie just sat there.
The glass shattered into a million pieces, shrapnel flying everywhere. "Need better shotglasses," he thought.
The torrie's colored hair caught on fire, and she fell to the ground, stunned. Echoe quickly grabbed Max's wet towel, and dropped it on her head, extinguishing the flames. She'd be fine in a half hour. Shouldn't use so much hair spray.
Echoe ran past Gabriel as he entered the elysium...