Her eyes widened as she noticed a blood freak out. Well maybe freakout was a bit strong, but she didn't know what else to call it. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry Pike! That was completely thoughtless of me." She hadn't cut herself on purpose, but if she had thought about it she would have taken care of the wound before she poured the whiskey. Wrapping a clean towel around the cocktail napkin to block a little of the smell off, and to keep it from seeping through the napkin and making things worse. Stanley passed out at the sight and smell of blood, even did the macho thing before hand...
She knew enough to quickly get rid of the smell. Squatting down she searched for something with bleach or ammonia. She found a mixture of water and bleach in a squirt bottle, how handy! Quickly she sprayed of the counter, where a few little drips had landed, and mopped it up with a few napkins.
Grabbing another glass she filled it with ice, and water. Placing the glass in front of him. "Drink that. And take deep breaths. Please please don't pass out." It wouldn't be easy for her to get him anywhere, though he wasn't that much taller than her. Looks could be deceiving. She held the napkins she had used to clean up the mess over one of the candles until it caught, then tossed it into the bar sink.
Dropping down onto her hands and knees she began searching for a first aid kit that had to be there. Surely there would be smelling salts inside if she needed 'em. "Drink mine if you need to! But not until you drink the water please, because it will sooo make it worse." As she searched she tried to listen to be sure he wouldn't fall off the stool he perched on. She had to take a first aid class every year since she'd started teaching, she knew better, so she couldn't help but berate herself beneath her breath. Finally she came up with the white metal case, shoved in a corner out of the way. Normally she would have stopped the bleeding and then took care of the aid when she got to the cabin, but this was far from a normal situation.
Stepping over to the bar sink she washed the ashes from the napkin down the drain, thank god bleach was flammable. She eased the rag from her thumb turning on the water she stuck the injured appendage beneath the water flow so the napkin would depart without too much pain. "Geez I can't say I'm sorry enough, are you all right?" She glanced over her shoulder at him, to be sure he hadn't passed out while she tried to get rid of all the influences. She tried to block his view of what she was doing with her back, as much as she could.