Susanna was a little fuzzy over the entirety of the events. Her head still hurt, but then, she had a goose egg on the side of it from where Mike had slammed her head against the counter. He'd spat on her too, which bothered her far more than the slaps or the hit. Looking to Marcus, she winced.
"Kinda headed out from home to here. Didn't think about icing it." She was used to getting smacked around. She'd spent her childhood with various and assorted bruises compliments of her father. Raising her glass, she pressed the cold side to her cheek and hissed out a sound of pain. "I should have put something on it." Makeup. She should have put makeup on it. "How's your night, Marcus?"