I know I'm so smart))

Nate was lost in the crowd, entertained, but he was starting to feel.. uncomfortable. Unstable. He decided it might be time to go when he got elbowed in the nose, down on the floor. He'd made it to his feet, turning because he heard his name called faintly, right into quite the hit from a bottle on his left shoulderblade, he grunted, still on his feet. "TEMPE-". But he wasn't after the hit to the back of his head. Down on his hands and knees. He was barely up, but that still gave cause for a third, finally the glass broke. And he was out.

Tempe finally got a glimpse of him as the fighting slowed and Nate got knocked out, after he had called her name. "OY!" She grabbed the drink from beside her boot and chucked it, hard, at the catcaller who had hit him with the bottle. It shattered against his head and she jumped down, fighting her way through the fray and kneeling by Nate's side. She gently tapped him on the cheek a few times, her head tilted with concern.

The catcaller was effectively stunned and or knocked out, slumped at someone's feet. Nate made some vague groan as she disturbed him. The back of his head was bleeding and blood dripped slightly out of his mouth. The fight was dissipating with more people hitting the floor plus the staff pulling people apart.

Tempe brushed her fingers over his mouth, swiping the blood away with a huff. "Nate, come on, we have to go." She said gently, lifting his head slightly and peering down at him. He was foolishly sweet sometimes, and it would be hard to say she didn't like it... a little.

Nate winced, opening his eyes slightly. The whole room was spinning and he was just a bit nauseous. He rolled over enough to ask for her hand to help him up with his right hand. Having trouble keeping his eyes open.

Tempe grabbed his hand and tugged him up gently, again exhibiting her supernatural strength and practically carrying him- without carrying him. She kept him close at her side, pulling him gently out of the bar and to the car.

Nate gasped slightly as she pulled him up. He blinked hard, trying to keep his balance while they walked. As they made it to Lady he put a hand down on the cab. "That was awesome." His voice was slurred. And then he went limp.

Tempe gave a slightly amused scoff, rolling her eyes. "For you." She teased, helping him into the backseat so he could lay down. He went limp just before she attempted it, but it worked out. She was in the very corner of the backseat, her hands under his head to stop the bleeding there. His head was hovering over her lap, and she looked a little less pissed off than one would expect.

Nate was out for a few solid minutes, but woke up, too drowsy to speak. He looked away to calm to be having his head in her lap. He winced, pulling his arms up over his stomach. He seemed to be shivering, pulling up his knees.

Tempe blinked at him, tilting her head down as he stirred. "Are you... cold?" She asked quietly, laying his head down with her classic lack of personal boundaries. She looked over him, trying to find out what else she could fix.