Disclaimer: Do not own the characters of FandF or the song House Rules by Kris Kane.

Dom sighed as he pulled into the parking lot as he picked the team's new watering hole. He had no choice as the other one was too unsafe right now as Johnny Tran favoured it. It was a whim, and partly because he knew that Johnny hated country music with a passion. Country Rodeo was the best country bar in the LA area, and had received rave reviews. It was done up as an old style saloon. Vince looked unimpressed and was giving all the cowboys a wide berth.

Dom rolled his eyes at his friend, "Look V this ain't Brokeback Mountain … no cowboy will hit on you unless you want them too."

V looked unsure and Mia bless her soul must have sensed his mood - as she chose to play the distracting role. "Don't worry cowboy I'll distract you, and protect you."

Leon and Jesse just looked amused as they locked up their cars. Leon asked in an amused tone, "What are the chances of us getting V out of here without him starting a fight?"

Dom mentally weighed up the odds, and obviously didn't like what his mind came up with as he formulated a new plan. "Mia play nicely with V."

Mia was looking at the main bartender and all thoughts of Vince were out the window. There was a real pretty guy behind the bar; he was wearing a cowboy outfit too and damn, he could have graced the cover of a magazine. He looked like a blonde, blue eyed cowboy, wearing the full get up: painted on jeans and chaps; with a crisp white shirt and loose plaid shirt left open, and as a crowning glory – cowboy boots with spurs on the back. She looked back to her brother, a little flushed as she realised that she hadn't heard a word, "What was that Dom?"

Dom smirked and figured he could kill two birds with one stone. "V is gonna freak out and do something stupid – keep him close Tran has scared every other bar away."

She pouted knowing that Dom had seen the way she was looking at the cowboy but knew better than to argue with him. In truth, she didn't want to as she was proud of Dom. He was dumb and looking for a high when he had gotten into bed with Tran. He was smart enough though to cut and run after the first jacking. It was too bad that Tran didn't see it that way, and he was hassling the team until they gave in and did another one.

Dom wasn't going to narc on the Trans as his reputation in the street racing world would be done. Thankfully Tran still wanted their team so he hadn't moved to out and out violence; he was just making their lives difficult – like making sure that they had to drive for miles just for a drink.

Dom felt that there was no time like the present - He stepped into the door and read the sign over the archway. "Welcome to my house. Buckle up tight, everyone sings and laughs and has a good time."

Dom grinned at his team feeling positive, "Well I can't sing for shit but we can show them how to have a good time."

Blue eyes grinned as he slid several Coronas down the bar, "Now that is what I like to hear. Just follow the rules and have a good time."

Vince frowned, "Rules?"

Brian nodded and gone for a second was the relaxed cowboy and in his place was someone cold and dangerous. Dom was impressed as not many could command his respect in that way. He listened as blue eyes finished, "The rules that all my patrons follow so that everyone can relax."

Dom laughed softly and was doubly impressed, "Your bar?"

Brian shrugged modestly, "I hated my job. My Dad died and the insurance was good enough to set up this bar."

Vince sneered, "What? Working for GQ too stressful?"

Brian rolled his eyes, "Look at you, trying to be all passive aggressive. Anything you are trying to hide?" Brian asked a teasing lilt to his voice, and his hips tilted in a suggestive manner.

The group watched in astonishment and amusement as Vince flushed and sought refuge in a corner booth. Dom though was in truth enchanted; his sister would tell you that he had a type - his women strong and dark; his men were blond and lithe. He asked in curiosity, "So what did you hate?"

Brian was always friendly with the customers - after all, it was their money that kept the business afloat. This handsome stranger was making him talk more than anyone had, and this included his best friend, Rome. "I was a cop, but not a good one."

Dom mused that maybe the guy had found his calling. He felt that it deserved a toast, "Well here's to doing what ya love!"

Brian laughed and was pleased to see that all of handsome's friends had given tacit permission by joining sulky at his table, "Nah if I was doing that I would be racing my Eclipse."

Dom choked out a laugh of surprise, there was definitely more to blue eyes then there looked. "Well aren't you full of surprises blue-eyes."

Brian gave him a seductive look, "More than you know."

Dom snorted into his lager; he didn't know many people who even had that tone in them. He looked at the bartender again and he couldn't help but admire what he could see. It didn't help his lust levels when he bent over double to pick up a bottle. His ass was a piece of work that should be in an art gallery. He wanted to know more; correction, he needed to know more. Dom figured that even he could start an easy conversation, "So you like cars?"

Brian chuckled and his eyes lit up, a state which Dom wanted to see more. "Do I like cars? Hell, yeah."

It was the start of a beautiful friendship, and many in the bar noticed the easy friendship that had sprung up between the pair. As the night progressed Dom stayed by the bar and chatted with Brian. People wouldn't know it but the regular patrons were surprised that Brian had found someone he would say more than five words to, and Dom's gang were saying the same thing about Dom.

Dom could see Brian was getting antsy as he kept looking over the other side of the bar. He wasn't a bar owner but even he could see that this guy had had too much liquor and was a mean drunk. Dom was impressed as the easy going, fun loving guy who was talking to him was slowly disappearing until eventually he snapped, "Excuse me."

He marched over to drunken frat boy just as he was about to spin the waitress around and grab her again. Brian didn't even blink - he twisted the kids arm back and slammed his head off the bar. "Rule Seven ... Don't touch the women but they can grab whatever they want to."

"She wanted it." He slurred, and Dom winced for the stupid kid. Brian was mad and the kid's arm was twisted further - to breaking point. Brian dipped down lower, "The girls' work here knowing that they are safe from unwanted wandering hands. There are clubs catering to your needs. Get the fuck out."

The kid looked around at the bar but realised that he had no support and seeing a painful end if he stopped here - he slunk out of the bar. The minute he disappeared, the atmosphere changed. A regular knew just what to do - he put a dime in the jukebox and the next thing he knew, Kris Kanes, 'House Rules' blared out.

Brian looked around the bar and scanned for any more hotspots. He was pissed that his flirtations with the hot newbie were cut short by the idiot, but his rules were concrete and what helped him run the bar.

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Over the way in the corner of the bar, Mia just sighed, "Ahh shit. He's a goner."

Letty snorted, "Oh yeah smitten ... it's weird."

The women looked at each other all serious before breaking out into a fit of giggles.

"What? Vince growled.

Letty rolled her eyes and flicked Vince on his nose. It was her way of telling him that he was being dense. "Dom is gaga for Brokeback."

Vince paled and wanted to vehemently deny it, but even he wasn't that obtuse. Vince took a brave decision, "Let's get out of here."

Mia was surprised as that decision showed surprising depth for Vince. It suggested that just maybe he was starting to grow up. They went quickly and Dom waved them off too distracted by a pretty smile.

It was the start of something epic if Johnny Tran didn't destroy it first.