Author's Note: I am beyond excited because I am going tonight to see the film! I feel like I've been waiting for ages! I will be sure not to mention any spoilers in my fics once I see it because I know not everyone gets to go opening night. Okay this was a request for a night out with Letty and Mia which actually ended up way more amusing than intended. Enjoy guys!

A Girls' Night

Aunt Mia had been the one to suggest a "girls' night out" and she had been intrigued enough to agree. Her mother had agreed also, which had rather surprised her, until Letty rolled her eyes and gave her a look.

"Seriously? I've been friends with Aunt Mia since we were kids. Of course we go out together."

"Your mother isn't so much of a tomboy that she doesn't know how to have fun," Mia put in, laughing at the expression on her niece's face.

"What are we going to do?" she asked them.

"We're going to a bar, of course," Aunt Mia replied.

"Aunt Mia I'm only 17."

"And you have a fake ID. Come on, I know you do."

She gaped at her aunt, then frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "How did you know?"

"Please like you were the first person to get a fake ID," her mother replied.

She stared at them both. "You guys were bad when you were my age," she laughed.

"Don't tell me you thought you got your misbehavior from your father," Letty said, arching a brow.

"I figured it was from both of you," she replied, honestly. "Does Dad know we're going to a bar…?"

"Please like he's going to say no," Mia said. "Besides, we're just going to lie like we always do."

"Aunt Mia!" she laughed again, stunned. She always thought her aunt was so innocent. Apparently she'd thought wrong.

"We'll meet at the bar tonight around 10," Mia said, standing up and heading back towards the office.

Letty exchanged a glance with her daughter, who grinned back.

"What are we gonna tell Dad?"

"Movie," Letty replied easily, leaning under the hood of the car they were working on. "We just say Aunt Mia's dragging us to some girly flick so he doesn't want to come along."

"He buys that? You hate girly movies."

"But I love Aunt Mia and every once in a while I do something I don't like because she does."

"Really?" the teenager looked at her mother. "Not just for pretend?"

Letty shoved at her lightly. "I see what you think of me."

"Are you two working over there or just yapping?" Dom asked from across the garage.

Letty rolled her eyes at him but her daughter turned to fix him with a smile. "Both, Papi."

"Well work faster," he said. "I want to close on time tonight."

"Why?" she asked cheekily, leaning down for drive tool. "Got a hot date?"

Letty was laughing under the hood of the car as Dom looked over at them with a bland expression. "That would be impossible since my dear sister informed me that you were all going to some girly movie tonight."

"So are you saying the only lady you have hot dates with is Mami?" she asked.

"He better be," Letty muttered.

"Stop being a smartass and get back to work," he told her.

She grinned to herself as she turned her attention back to the vehicle. Sometimes it was so easy to mess with her dad. But she knew she was going out with her mom and aunt tonight so she got back to work. She wanted time to shower off the grease and change her clothes before they went out. She couldn't help but wonder what a night out with them would be like. Usually when they did stuff together it was lunch or the dreaded shopping. Otherwise they'd get the families all together for their weekly cookout or birthdays and holidays.

She had to admit she was curious as hell to see what her mother and aunt were like when they were out just having fun. Did Aunt Mia even know how to let loose? She found it hard to picture. She supposed she would just have to find out.

After work she was the first one upstairs to grab a shower. She sprayed leave-in conditioner in her hair and let it air dry into waves and curls as she dug around in her closet for something suitable to wear. What were you supposed to wear to the bar with your mother? That sounded weird.

She tugged on a pair of tight grey jeans, her red converse with the studs and a sleeveless red top she'd "borrowed" from Liana with the intent never to return it. She went downstairs to find her mother sitting on the couch, apparently already ready to go. Letty was wearing black skinny jeans and heeled boots along with a layered blue tank top that showed off her toned arms. People would look at her and definitely not believe she had a teenaged daughter. She had to smother a grin at that. Her mom probably wouldn't even notice.

"Looking hot, Mami. No wonder Dad fell for you."

Letty laughed, raising a brow at her. "I was a hell of a lot younger when he did."

"Nuh uh," the girl insisted. "He's totally still head over heels in love with you. It's disgusting."

"Thanks," Letty said. "You're lucky he can't hear you."

"Did he go out?"

"Apparently he and Uncle Brian and Vince went to some sport game or something, I don't know."

"Mami you're a horrible tom-boy," she laughed.

"I'm into cars not sports," Letty replied.

"Fair enough. Let's go pick up Aunt Mia. You know she'll take forever to get ready."

"Always has." Letty stood, grabbing her keys and wallet and they headed out to her car.

A short drive had them arriving at Aunt Mia's house and Letty pulled into the driveway to park.

"We're going to have to force her to make a final outfit decision," she explained.

"Seriously?" her daughter asked. "For a bar?"

"Don't ask me," Letty replied, heading around back and in through the kitchen.

They took the stairs up to the master bedroom, which was neat as a pin with a carefully made bed… except that it had clothes strewn all over it. Mia was in her underwear. They stared at her. The teenager spared a moment to think that she was seriously glad to inherited the genetics from the ladies in her family because she wanted to look that hot when she was well… old. Older? She would keep it to herself.

"I need help," Mia said, throwing up her hands.

"Clearly," Letty deadpanned and surveyed the bed. "It's not nice enough of a bar for a dress, so those are out. Find the jeans you own that make your ass look the best."

Mia nodded and dug around in her dresser until she produced a pair of dark blue jeans and wiggled into them.

"I would pair them with…" Letty rifled through a pile of tops, then lifted a brilliant yellow ruched one that was one of Mia's best colors. "This. And your yellow and black heels. You know, the ones you said… looked 'vintage'?"

"Oh right!" Mia disappeared into her closet and returned with the shoes, which had a peep toe and big yellow and black sort of graphic flowers on them. She tugged on the top, slipped on the shoes, then ran a flat-iron through her hair.

"I didn't know you had opinions on clothes," the teenager muttered to her mother.

"Well I sort of do but only because I wouldn't let her go out looking ridiculous."

"You might have when we were teenagers," Mia put in. "But that's because the styles were ridiculous."

"I've seen pictures," her niece added with a nod, then laughed when her mother punched her in the arm. "I mean… you guys always looked awesome."

"At least we always had rockin' bodies," Mia snickered.

"Not always," Letty said. "Try after puberty."

"Perfect timing," Mia replied airily. "Because that's when we started to care about boys."

Letty looked over to see her daughter making a face. "Hey now how are we supposed to have a girl's night out if you get disgusted every time we talk about stuff like that?"

"Get me some drinks first," the girl answered.

Mia laughed. "Letty she is so much like you." She touched up her lip gloss. "Okay I'm ready. Let's go."

They went back out to Letty's car and piled in before driving over to the bar. Apparently this same place had been around since they were her age, and they used to come here back then. Sometimes with the boys, other times alone when they could ditch them.

"We only had to ditch them because Dom was so overprotective of Mia that it would be hard to just have fun sometimes," her mother explained.

"And so was Vince," Mia said. "But only because he was possessive even though I wasn't his."

"Men are delusional," Letty told her, pulling up outside the bar.

It was downtown, but near the edges of the city center away from the areas where the big office buildings were. It seemed this place had a very particular sort of crowd, judging by the tricked out cars lining the roads in front of it and parked carefully in the narrow lot.

"I see why you go here," she said, climbing out of the vehicle.

"We know the owner," Aunt Mia said with a cheeky grin.

"What?" she gaped. "I didn't even need my fake ID in that case!"

"Hey at least let him pretend to be a legitimate businessman," her mother told her, opening the door and ushering them into the dark interior of the bar.

The place looked like it had been there for decades, and it was a high possibility. The floors were scarred up wood and the walls were the same, though polished to a dark shine. Pictures and posters covered the walls: cars, race tracks, more cars. She smothered a laugh when she caught sight of the man behind the bar.

"Uncle Roman?" she asked.

"We took him to this place when he first came out to LA, and he said one day he was going to buy it and run his own business. So he does. When he's traveling he has a manager take care of things."

Mia explained this as she crossed the room towards the bar. People were crowded around it. On the other end of the room there was a live band, some local group she recognized in a vague manner. Some people were sitting on low couches with drinks, others were dancing. Beyond the bar there were a pair of pool tables where people were enjoying themselves with a game. It was somehow a relaxed atmosphere that also happened to be pretty cool, and she liked that. It wasn't like having to get up to dress code to go into one of LA's overpriced clubs or like a total dive bar where you only found bikers and drunks.

She hitched herself up onto a bar stool as Roman came over to them with a grin. "Ladies. Looking beautiful as always. What is this some sort of initiation? Hazing of the younger generation?"

She laughed. "A hazing? What exactly do you know about my mother that I don't Uncle Rome?"

"Lots, girly. But I bet it goes both ways." He smirked when Letty gave him a look. "What are you ladies drinking?"

"I'll have a rum and coke, and you might as well give Letty a beer. She's uncivilized." Mia said.

"Hey may I remind you someone has to drive home tonight?" Letty protested.

"Wasn't that why we brought your daughter?" Mia asked with a grin.

"Hell no," the teenager complained. "You did not bring me to a bar to tell me I can't drink."

Roman passed a corona to Letty and mixed a rather strong rum and coke for Mia, before eyeing the girl. He looked at the two women. "You're sure she can drink?"

"It's fine," Letty said. "What trouble is she going to get in with us right here? Not like she doesn't drink when we're not around."

Roman raised a brow, then looked at the teen. "What's your poison?"

"Tequila," she said, straight faced.

They all stared at her. Letty raised a brow. "Excuse me you did not just ask for a shot of tequila."

"I did. With a lime and some salt please, Uncle Roman." She smiled sweetly.

"We're going to be carrying her home," Mia told her sister-in-law as Rome pulled out the shot glass and bottle.

"You'd better not puke in my car," Letty told her daughter.

"Uh uh." She shook her head. "Uncle Rome… three more glasses. You're drinking with me. And don't say no. It's sad if a little girl can drink you under the table."

"Hell no you did not just say that," he muttered, pulling out three more glasses as Letty and Mia hunkered down on their bar stools, each reaching for a lime wedge.

"You are on, little girl," Letty said with a smirk.

0000

It was 2 am and Dom was heading home from Brian's place where he'd been hanging out with his brother-in-law after the game. They'd both expected the girls to be home by then, but the mystery was answered when Dom's cell rang.

He flipped it open, seeing Roman's name flash on the screen. He frowned but picked it up.

"Yeah?"

"Yo man… you gotta do me a favor, Dom," Rome sounded like he was a little bit out of it.

"Are you drunk? What have you been sampling too much from behind the bar? Are you seriously drunk dialing me at 2 am? Why didn't you call Brian?"

"I am gonna call Brian next. But I really need you to come down here and get… your women."

"What?"

"Your women are evil as fuck man. They drank… so much fucking tequila and I don't even know what happened but I'm almost sure it was Mia that was dancing on the tables. And Letty started a fight. I got it under control man and they're passed out. But… I really need you to get down here now and come get them."

Dom stared at the phone because Roman hung up after that. He dragged a hand over his face. He hadn't gotten a call like that in years. And didn't they have his daughter with them when they'd gone out tonight.

Oh there was going to be trouble. Dom turned around and sped off in the direction of Roman's bar.