Blackjack inspected himself in the mirror and saw the cuts and blood all over his face and neck. He splashed cold water onto his face, washing away the crimson off. He stared at himself in the mirror for a bit before he decided to send whoever tried to kill him a message. He punched the glass and naturally, it broke into several pieces. He took a shard out that he could hold in his hand and crouched in front of the assassin who had his head bashed in by a toilet seat. He grabbed his head and started cutting across the man's neck, letting the blood seep onto the floor. He did the same to the other after whom he dropped the shard of glass and covered his fingers in his blood. He wrote on the mirror a few words, "better luck next time". He cleaned his hands of the blood and then walked outside and back to the bar stool like nothing was amiss.<br/>"That went well." He said, grinning like he did.