It was a busy night at the Trasheteria, with a substantial crowd drinking and dancing. Lee's only problem with it was that she had spent too much time in that crowd, so she had too much energy to be able to simply go sit in the office. But at the same time, Lee didn't really have anything to do out front here, so she was simply walking around. She couldn't hear the click from her heels on the floor as she walked, but her shoulders, bared by her red shirt , were warm.

As she went, Lee's eyes drifted around, pausing for a moment as they came across Blaine. He'd been there about a week now, and so far had been doing a good job. Though, there really hadn't been any problems in the bar thus far too see how the man dealt with that. But really, that was a good thing, the fewer problems in the bar, the better.

Letting her eyes drifted away, Lee continued on her walk around. That's when she noticed what looked like a couple guys shoving each other to the side of the dance floor. A frown instantly appearing on her face, Lee's eyes once again darted around the bar as she started toward the problem, looking to see if any of her security staff had noticed yet.

Blaine took a spot against the wall, arms folded as he let his eyes scan the area. Every so often he'd change vantage points; it had only been a week or so, so he was still learning the best places to catch any action from. Not that there was any. Mostly, the most action would be when Lee would walk out to check on things, and presumably see how he was holding up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw some trouble. Two guys by the dance floor wanting to shove each other. In a flash, he'd pushed himself off of the wall and briskly made his way across the bar, as usual unknowingly bumping into people as he walked. Once he reached the troublemakers, he put himself between them, placing one hand firmly on each of their shoulders.

"Alright, boys. You wanna fight, you can't do it here," he replied, beginning to urge them both towards the door. "Maybe next time you drop by, you can play nice." One guy went willingly, but the other was requiring a little more effort as he edged them both through the crowd towards the bar's exit.

Once to the door, he heard glass break, and had a good idea what had happened, so he grabbed the resister by the arm, and twisted, escorting him to the door as the other guy ran out on his own. Then, he just nonchalantly tossed the guy out, and turned to return to his post.

What he didn't notice, was the gash on the back of his head. Or the piece of broken bottle sticking out of his back where he'd been stabbed with it.

Blaine was moving almost the moment that Lee's eyes fell on him after she saw the shoving. So Lee slowed her progress, but still continued forward; even if she wasn't needed, Lee still wanted to see how Blaine dealt with this, and even with her heels on, Lee still wouldn't be able to clearly see through the crowd from across the bar.

And as Lee moved closer, seeing Blaine step right between the two men, she nodded slightly to herself. He definitely seemed confident and sure of what he was doing.

But as Blaine was leading the men to the door, Lee was not close enough to see the one man grab the bottle. Lee didn't see anything of note until the man had hefted the bottle, and combined with the noise in the bar, there was no way for Lee to give any sort of warning before the bottle had shattered on Blaine's head.

Lee's step hesitated for a moment when she saw that. And saw zero reaction from Blaine. Lee knew how a human reacted to a bottle breaking on their head. She knew, because she had thrown a rum bottle at a hypocritical, bigoted cop’s head, and seen the result when it shattered. But Blaine didn't didn't even so much as flinch.

And a moment later, the remainder of the bottle had been stabbed into Blaine's back. Quickening her pace now, reaching Blaine as he turned away from the door. ”You're bleeding, Lee said, her voice calm but with a sense of urgency. ”We need to get you cleaned up now.”

Blaine blinked when he turned around and Lee was there; he had to admit she was pretty quick. Though he wasn't sure why she was there. After all, he got the guys out with little to no resistance--and then she spoke. He noted the urgency in her voice, and learned to recognize what that urgency meant a long time ago. It seemed people were the same in that regard; it was fairly easy to tell by their reactions when he was bleeding.

"****, I am?" he asked, but not without making his way towards the back. "How bad is it, do you think?" he asked, still not realizing he had a bottle in his back.

"So where do you normally handle this sort of thing?" he asked, figuring that he'd probably end up seeing whatever area that was an awful lot as time went on. He was always catching bottles he head, barstools to the face, the stray fist to the ear...But he was able to handle more than average, and after time went on, people at his other bars tended to learn better.

Blaine seemed surprised to see her until she said that he was bleeding. Then he swore, but he was moving toward the back. That was good, Lee thought as she quickly followed Blaine to the back. ”Bad enough we need to hurry, but I don't think you need a doctor,” Lee replied.

Thankfully, they had reached the door to the back at this point. And Blaine asked where they normally took care of this sort of thing. Which caused Lee to pause in thought for a moment. ”I haven't before. Here,” Lee replied. Then she turned to a nearby table and took an empty chair.

”Take this to the office, sir in it backwards. I'll be right there.” Handing the chair over to Blaine, Lee opened the door and waited for Blaine to go through before she hurried to the kitchen to get a hotel of water and some clean cloths before heading to the office to see how Blaine was doing.

It was hard to hurry when he really couldn't tell what was wrong, but her tone persuaded him to walk briskly. Haven't done this before? Great, he was the first. Not that he was surprised; for some reason, Blaine figured he tended to attract this sort of thing. He grabbed the chair, carrying it in one hand as he made his way to the office.

Once there, he set it on the floor, facing the door, and sat in it backwards as instructed. He sort of let out a sigh as he wished there was a mirror or something he could use to see the damage. But then again, if he had seen the damage at this point, he probably would have thought the guy who did it deserved more than he'd gotten.

So, in silence, Blaine just sat and waited. The sound of the bar was muffled back here, so he listened for Lee's footsteps as he closed his eyes in thought.

It did not take long for Lee to get a bowl of warm water and a large handful of cloths. Did not take long, especially since Lee had more than enough energy to move faster than normal, and she definitely took slight advantage of that fact.

As she made her way back to the office, Lee saw a first aid kit hanging on the wall. That would be useful, Lee 'd never actually had one of those to work with before.

Stepping into the office, Lee was glad to see Baine had listened an sat backwards in the chair. Walking over to the desk, Lee pushed things unceremoniously out of the way on the desk and set her load down. Then Lee turned to Blaine with a single cloth in her hand.

”Do you mind?” Lee then asked ask her hand reached out and hovered an inch above Blaine's hand.

He watched as she came back with cloths, water, and a first aid kit. At this point he couldn't tell if she knew what she was doing or if she was just covering her bases. Either way, it really didn't bother him; after all, what was she going to do, hurt him? That'd be a first.

"I don't mind, just put it where it needs to go," he replied politely, taking the cloth in hand. He'd done this before, but most of the time it just involved guesswork. Then, the thought occurred to him.

"How bad did he get me?" he asked. "I mean, I heard glass break, but this sounds a little worse than a beer bottle to the head." He really was curious; after all, people telling him these things were really the only way he could make a story out of it.

Blaine said that he didn't mind, for her to put it where she needed to. So when he took the cloth, Lee lightly gripped Blaine's wrist and positioned his hand on the back of his head. ”Just hold it there” Lee instructed before turning to the first aid kit. ”Try not to press too hard, though. I don't know if there's still glass there.”

Opening the kit, Lee turned back to Blaine, a pair of scissors in her hand. Then she heard his question as she started to cut his shirt from hen to collar. ”After he broke the bottle on your head, he stabbed you with the broken bottle, Lee explained, setting the scissors down and turning back to the wound with a cloth in her hand.

Pulling the large piece of glass out and letting it fall to the floor, Lee bent down slightly with a frown to see if there was any more glass in the wound. ”I don't think you need stitches, though.”

Blaine gave a dry chuckle. "That's easier said than done," he gently reminded her. After all, to him a gentle caress and a shove were practically the same thing. He heard as she cut his shirt, guessing that was basically the only way while he was applying pressure--or attempting to anyway.

"I'll give him points for creativity, anyway," he remarked with another dry chuckle. "Was it the whole rest of the bottle or just a piece of glass?" he asked; for some reason this kind of thing amused him. Then again, he'd had a lot of crazy injury stories that had been piling up since he was twelve. It was always fun to add one more to the pile, even if most people were too squeamish to hear them.

"No stitches is good, though I haven't seen Marge at the clinic in a little while," he commented with a slight smirk. "Yeah, I'm on a first-name basis with the people where I usually go for the serious stuff," he said it light-heartedly, but he had to admit, even with the humor tacked on....it was kinda dark.

Lee just nodded Blaine said that applying gentle pressure was easier said than done. Probably the truth since the hot itself hadn't hurt.

”He probably figured why not when you didn't even flinch as the bottle broke,” Lee said looking at the cut in his back. ”Even I was surprised to see that.

“It was just a large piece, but I don't think anything is broken off in there, though,” Lee said, turning to the bowl of water to wet the cloth. Then she started to clean the blood away as he said that he hadn't seen Marge in a while. ”Hopefully we can keep you away longer,” Lee said as she took another look at the now much cleaned cut. Still no glints of glass visible. ”Unfortunately, I'm fairly experienced with this, as long as it's not too serious.”

At this point, Lee dropped the cloth into the reddened water and pulled alcohol swabs out of the first aid kit to wipe over the cut before bandaging it.

"I gotta give it to him, that was pretty ballsy. Though it was probably just the booze and adrenaline that gave him the idea, so he loses a little credit for that one," he spoke in such a tone that would make it hard to tell if he was being serious or not; especially for only having known the guy for a week.

"Damn. Woulda been cooler if it had been the whole bottleneck sticking out..." he half-grumbled. "Experience isn't always bad. Especially not with me working for you. I...tend to attract this kind of thing, to be honest with ya. I guess people realize I don't seem to feel, and they decide to push their luck." He gave a light shrug; just enough to not mess her up while she was working on him.

Blaine was probably right, it likely had Jubal like just been the booze and adrenaline that had made the guy stab Blaine. But that didn't make the outcome any better, Lee still had the wound to patch up.

Then he stated grumbling about it not being the whole neck of the bottle, and Lee couldn't help but laugh slightly. ”I guess that would have made for a much better story, wouldn't it?” Lee asked, the good humour evident in her voice. ”Tell you what, of you want to tell people it was the whole bottle neck, I'll corroborate.”

By now, Lee had gauze taped onto Blaine's back covering the wound the beer bottle had left there, and her eyes finally zoomed out from being zeroed in on the cut. And saw the multitude of scars covering the rest of his skin. Most were smaller, though she did notice a couple rather large ones. As well as a faded bruise on his rib cage and a damn good looking skull tattoo.

”You can move your hand now,” Lee said, moving her own hands up to Blaine's head, moving the slightly matted hair out of the way. All things considered, it didn't look too bad. She had seen far more blood from cuts to the head before. ”And I think it's mutants in general, just some of us have a bit worse luck than others.

“I've had a pretty uneventful for year streak going on,” Lee continued in a slightly teasing, playful voice as she picked bits of glass out of Blaine's hair. ”So of you screw that up, I may just have to kick your ass. And by the way, you've got some really great artwork here.”

"It would have, but I like to keep my stories genuine," he said with a dry chuckle, "Most of 'em seem a bit far fetched anyway." He moved his hand as he was told, and had to chuckle as he imagined how this must have looked: petite woman picking glass out of a large, muscular guy's hair. Granted, there was no way he could do this himself. He'd never find them all, and what he did find, he'd probably just end up pushing deeper.

"I think it's just human nature to push the limits of things they don't understand," he commented.

He wished he could look at her, but he didn't think she was done yet, so he held perfectly still. "Well, you'd have an easier time kicking my ass than most," he replied with a smirk. "Well, for one, you're my boss. Also, I've never hit a woman, and that's not something I plan to start anytime soon. So...I'm bound to go down sometime, right?"

Lee smiled, if a little sadly, when Blaine told her the reason he liked to keep his stories genuine. That was something that she could understand. She had quite a few stories she could tell herself if she were so inclined, and most of them would be extremely far fetched as far as most people were concerned.

By this point, Lee had most, if not all of the glass out of Blaine's hair, and turned her attention to the cut itself. Touching his scalp gingerly, still expecting a since or sharp intake of breath as she did despite everything she had so far seen and heard, Lee peered into the cut itself for any glass. Moving this way and that, and still not seeing any glints of light, Lee reached for the cloth again to wash away the already drying blood. ”You're lucky, I don't see any glass in there,” Lee murmured as she cleaned.

Then she heard Blaine speak again, and even without seeing him, she could hear the smirk on his voice. ”Well where's the fun in that if you don't fight back?” Lee joked back, finally deciding she was about as finished as she would be at the moment and stepping back around in front of Blaine. The bloodied cloth still in her hand. ”I mean, it really doesn't seem fair if you don't at least try to defend yourself while I'm kicking your ass,” Lee continued with a smirk of her own as she casually tossed the cloth in the garbage. ”Surprising things can come in small packages. But don't worry, simple bar fights aren't enough to piss me off and ruin my streak.”