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At least the bartender was cute as hell, almost made the what he was sure were broken ribs and a chipped tooth somewhere worth it.

So help that blond psychopath if he chipped one of the front teeth and had to look like a brawler or one of those drunks who would trip out of pubs and fall face first on a cobblestone. He wiped his face on his jacket, feeling like a deplorable while he did it. Nothing like feeling like a low-brow brute in a bar. He felt positively English. He was sure that Bash had some how gotten use to the feelings of disgrace seeping through every pore on his body, but he was Scottish descendent of honor and warriors. Not bar fights. Lennox took a seat at the bar and watched the hot bartender sling out beers and drinks with amazing grace and ease. She was gorgeous for a working class girl.

One would think that he would have learned his lesson from Cora, but there he was. Practically a sucker for the hallow self-pity in their eyes, it was a sickness really.

He tried to think who could have sent out a hit on him like that. Cora? She was too pathetic to reach out like that. Actually tell someone what was happening and possibly get help for what was happening, or suffer in quiet martyrdom. He might have only dated her to gain some points, but he had to pretend to be a good boyfriend before that point. He had to listen to their problems and do the dates thing and even met some parents. That was a particularly heinous breakup with someone. She cried, she thought they would be forever, Lennox had to inform her that they weren't. He was sure it was an awkward conversation with her parents after he did that. He had been downright charming to them, got them to love him, and then broke their daughter's heart. He tried to petition his friends for bonus points since the parents loved him too, but he was denied.

The beautiful bartender walked up, and Lennox really wished that he wasn't sitting there with festering bruises on his face and a fat lip. He could taste the blood in his mouth and he could tell that his right eye was becoming swollen. Really, he should have ran to another bar in another country, away from pretty bartenders with wild curls that he could get his fingers lost in. He grinned when she grabbed a beer, he would take anything at this point. He just wanted a cold drink and a beautiful woman to talk to.

"Aye, she ID'd me." He went to reach for it, hoping she would just accept him at his word. Best fake ID that money could buy and it was worth every penny he spent on it. He took a drink of the beer, grateful for it. He pressed the cold beer against his right eye and looked at her with a grin,
"I think I'm going to leave it a mystery. Make me more appealing to a pretty lass." He teased taking another sip of it. "I'm Lennox." He said, knowing it was probably too mobbed to really spend a lot of time talking, but he was willing to wait it out. Plus, he didn't want to risk anyone important seeing him on the street like this.

"What's your name?"