Kinda pointless towards the end, sorry about that. Some of this was half assed when I wrote it, and its getting worse as I type it.
For a moment, Nicola didn't realize why the bar seemed to be laughing at her. Then she remembered Harve just dumped a bottle of... What... Moonshine, right? On her. He dumped a bottle of moonshine on her! Why?
"Ass hat..." She mumbled.
Dom looked pissed. More pissed than he had gotten earlier when Nicola was inquiring about his fight with Cole that's for sure.
"Breeding stock bitch." Harve stated in response.
Nicola's first instinct was to pick up a bar stool and use it to clean out Harve's colon, but Nicola had much more self control than that. So she simply grabbed his head and slammed his face into her knee. Harve dropped to the ground immediately and began to snore. Steve was not pleased with this and shoved past Dom to try to hit her.
"Fuckin' cunt!"
Steve didn't make it more than a step or two when Dom grabbed him by the neck and slammed him cheek first into the bar counter.
"You worthless shit! You want to know what pisses me off more than Locusts?"
The whole bar was watching with rapt attention. One patron even pulled out an outdated Kyocera cellphone and began to record the events that were unfolding.
"It pisses me off when I see some shit faced waste of space like you treating a woman like this. Now I think you owe my friend one hell of an apology."
Steve spat in Nicola's direction.
"Bitch is a Gear, ain't she? Then she better fuckin' learn to deal with what I have to say."
Dom ground Steve's face even harder into the counter.
"Apologize, then crawl home with your tail between your legs or I'll use your face to scrub this bar table to toilet. Got it?"
To accentuate his point, Dom slowly dragged Steve's face across the counter, causing the rough wood to tear into his skin and splinter. Steve cried out in pain.
"No please stop! I'll apologize! I swear I'll apologize!"
Dom stopped dragging him, but Steve's face still remained pressed against the counter.
"I'm sorry! Harve's sorry! We're both sorry! We'll never treat anyone like this again, I swear!"
Dom released the pressure on Steve's face and roughly shoved him away.
"Get out of my face."
Steve grabbed a hold of Harve's sleeping form and carried him out of the bar. From inside his wallet Dom took out a twenty dollar bill and tossed it on the counter.
"Hope you don't mind Nicola, I'm buying your drinks."
Nicola nodded and followed Dom out of the bar. The two of them didn't speak again until they were back at Delta apartment, at which point Dom prompted her.
"Hey... Feel alright?"
Despite how uncomfortable Nicola felt, she nodded.
"Dom... Why did you do that? So some ass hats tried to start something. I'm a soldier, I can handle worse."
Dom seemed embarrassed for being called out. He looked at his hands, then the floor, before looking up to focus his eyes on Nicola's left shoulder.
"You kinda... Remind me of someone I knew... Hair style... Attitude... Eyes..."
Nicola's unease worsened. She wasn't really used to people being so open with her.
"Who do I remind you of?" She asked quietly.
Dom was quiet for a long time before he finally responded.
"Maria." He said, but his words were a whisper so quiet Nicola could barely hear him.