Tarin was thankfully silent at the moment. But she knew the man, he had things he was thinking of saying. Things she likely would end up hearing at some point. At least he wasn’t saying it now.

And he had her back, at least as far as getting Jay out of the bar was concerned. Though, that could have just been because Jay was being an ass. But Jay was being quite immature, and though at one point she had thought it was endearing, how he was acting at the moment was simply annoying. Really, wrapping his legs around the stool so she couldn’t pull him off? Though, she knew that she could if she really wanted to. She had been in a full bar all evening.

Lee’s eyes widened when Jay used the collar reference to mention how they had met. That...No, too far. Tarin knew about the corgi Kevin had found, even if neither of them knew about the fact that that corgi was actually the man sitting in front of her.

Lee only hesitated for a moment, because her right hand, the one she would normally use, was still gripping Jay’s collar. It was probably best not to use her right, anyway, her punches with her right were always stronger. So instead she used her left, though the hesitation had been long enough that Jay had been able to get out another smartalec comment about his canine nature.

Instead of commenting, or even glaring at him, Lee’s left hand came up, fist clenched, to make contact with Jay’s face.

This was all too rich. Just because Tarin wasn’t willing to sit idly by and let someone talk that way to Lee didn’t mean that he wasn’t mildly amused by some of the things that were being said. Sure, it was a little petty to have an internal chuckle about Lee’s private life, but nobody was perfect and Tarin had always loved to see Lee’s feathers ruffled. The medium couldn’t help but wonder though if the man on the bar stool knew exactly what he was dealing with.

Then the guy made the collar comment...and mocked Tarin’s candid invitation to remove himself from the general area.

Tarin drained the rest of his beer. This was about to be good.

Just as he turned on his bar stool, ready to make this into a thing Lee hauled off and decked the guy.

Well. It was apparently her bar. If nothing else this would set an example that cheekiness on this level was not something that would be tolerated.

” I could have told you that was coming.” Tarin said, wondering just how hard Lee had hit the guy. She’d been in a crowded bar all night.

”I was going to do that…” he said to his ex. ”But it’s probably more effective coming from you.”

Jay never saw it coming; one minute he was grinning, the next minute, he was out cold, slumped over with Lee still clutching his collar. He'd have a hell of a black eye in the morning, too.

Blaine had to smile as he saw Lee deck the guy. Finally, the big buy managed to make his way over to the bar and take him from Lee, tossing the limp bassist over his shoulder like he was nothing. "I'll take the trash out for ya," the bouncer said with a smug grin, lumbering out of the back door with the guy over his shoulder, and promptly set him in the trash can outside.

Then, he walked back inside, putting the guy's bass safely in the back room. After all, even if you didn't have an ounce of respect for the man, there were some things you just didn't do, like mess with a man's livelihood. Once that was taken care of, he went back to the bar to talk to Lee.

"I'd have been over sooner, but I had some other morons to take care of first," he said apologetically. "Seems you handled it, though. Keep that up and I might be out of a job," he joked lightly, still getting slightly better at that.[/color]" While the bassist felt the need to assert his dominance by being loud, brash, and just plain crude, Blaine didn't have to assert any authority. For guys like Blaine, it was just a natural subtlety.

To assert Blaine's position in this conversation, the former fighter needed only three simple words. "Nice hit, Hun."

Tarin commented that he had been about to punch Jay for her as Blaine approached and said that he’d take out the trash. ”Thanks,” Lee said as she let go of Jay’s collar, before turning back toward Tarin. ”And when have I ever needed you to protect me like that?” she asked, though her voice was soft, not angry about him ‘protecting’ her. ”Plus, with how stubborn he is, he probably wouldn’t have gotten the message if you had done it.”

It really didn’t take long for Blaine to return, though. All he’d been doing was tossing Jay out on his ass. Lee just waved off his apology. ”Haven’t I tried telling you that I can handle myself?” Lee asked as her eyes made their way back over to Blaine. ”But your job’s safe. I don’t really want to deal with that kind of thing every night wearing heels and skirts.”

And then Blaine complimented her punch. Lee’s smile widened slightly as a soft flush covered her cheeks. That was pretty high praise, Lee figured, coming from Blaine with his background (plus, she had knocked Jay out with a single hit). ”Thanks,” she said in response, not really sure what else to say. Tarin didn’t even know before that night that she was seeing anyone, even though it had been more than four years. And now not only had she had to deal with Jay being there, with what he said, but now Blaine too. Not that Blaine being there was a bad thing, far from it. But things between her and Tarin had been so awkward every time they’d seen or talked to each other since they seperated, and she didn’t really know how to act around him at the best of times. So what exactly was she supposed to say or do now that her boyfriend was standing on one side of her and her ex-husband was on the other?