The bar tender brought their drinks over (the poor girl was still shaking a little, given that she'd been hiding under the bar while the fight was going on), and set a beer and shot in front of either of them. Len didn't say anything to her, but he noticed the way their drinks sloshed in their mugs and decided to send her home with a big tip once their evening was done.
"Not bad for our first night in town." Len agreed, briefly raising his shot glass before downing his bourbon which stung more than a little on his busted lip. Not that it stopped him from drinking.
"Do you want... some ice or something...?" The bartender asked, pointing at her own lip and pierced eyebrow to represent Mark and Len's respective injuries.
All that and she was still offering to take care of their wounds? Yep, this one was getting a big tip. Len liked this bar already. "I'm alright. Just keep the drinks coming."