There was a screech that sounded from the stage, Cornelia looked over Lawton's shoulder and heaved a sigh "Excuse me good sir, work calls."

Lawton smirked and spun in his chair. Meanwhile, Lia walked out from behind the bar and towards the stage. A patron was starting to get grabby with Felicity, the white blonde girl that had been brought over from Joker's other strip club. She looked scared and verging on tears, the hair gave her the whole innocent vibe but Lia never figured her for the real deal. The man had grabbed her leg and was attempting to grab way more than that. With a sigh, Cornelia walked up behind the guy, grabbed him by shoulder and yanked him off "What the fuck!?"

Lia shoved him towards the door "We've got rules here asshole, either follow or don't. Later gets your teeth knocked out."

This scuzz had a little over a foot on her, but Lia had dealt with far bigger. He was a lanky fucker compared to the guy that gave her the shiner earlier in the month. She sauntered up to him, smile on her face, he leaned forward in an attempt to tower over her "The fuck ya gonna do ya cunt?"

She smirked, keeping her eyes trained downward as she chuckled "Cunt huh?"

Lia reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a pair of knuckle dusters. As he leaned closer to lord his height, she struck out at him, dusters and all. The metal landed across his cheek, the poor fucker's teeth went flying. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, she brought his head down to meet her knee. He groaned in pain, the punch from the duster's rendering him slightly unconscious. It wasn't long before he lay sprawled on out on the club floor. Her dirt red hair had fallen out of its bun, strands hung down her face. Sneering, Lia spat on him, the glob of saliva smacking him on the cheek. Looking towards the door where security stood, the bartender raised an eyebrow as they came forward to escort the man outside. Walking away, Lia muttered to herself "I'm a fucking bartender, they don't pay me enough for this shit."

Pulling the dusters off her fingers, she noted the light bruising. Unfitted brass knuckles were notorious for breaking the fingers of the wielder. Even fitted ones hurt like a mother, but the after effects were mere bruises and light scrapes. Gritting her teeth, Lia forced her body's natural instincts to hold off on the healing. She couldn't risk even the slightest show of accelerated healing. Going back to her place behind the bar, Lia noticed Lawton was smiling at her "Damn woman, you are fucking vicious."

Smiling, Lia tossed the fully sliced lemons into a container on the counter "The fucker called me a cunt, you know I hate that."

Picking up a cold wet towel from under the bar, she wrapped her sore fingers up and sighed with relief. "You should be careful though…"

Lia glanced up at Lawton and then over his head to the overlook of the club. Joker was watching her now, slowly a smile stretched across his painted lips. He took a hand off the cane that rested between his legs, and gestured for her to come to him. The bartender's face paled and Floyd blinked and glanced over his shoulder "Too late."

With a sneer, Cornelia tied the towel off on her fingers and walked out from behind bar and towards the door to the office "You'll come get me if shit gets rough."

She hissed as she walked past Floyd. He gave her a solemn nod and took gulp of his drink. With her heart going miles a minute, Lia made her way up the stairs. Her left hand absently patted the pocket that held her dusters. They were there, still warm from when she used them earlier. Taking a deep breath, Lia knocked on the door to the overlook. Joker's right hand man opened the door and nodded, letting her in. Joker sat across the door facing outward so that he could continue to watch the club "Sit."