Author's Notes: I was going to go to bed last night. But then I wrote this. Because you guys really wanted it. And it kind of took an unexpected turn at the end there. I sat on it to see if I still liked it and I do. Let me know what you think. Dom reacts to Girls' Night Out.

A Reaction

"What the hell were you thinking?" Dom asked Roman when he met him at the back door of the bar, looking more than a little worse for wear.

"Dude you don't understand," Roman said, stepping back to let him in. "That little girly of yours issued a challenge. How could I call myself a man if I chickened out?"

"How about you could have taken a second to think about how hard I'm going to kick your ass for giving my daughter that much alcohol?"

"Hey Dom c'mon! Letty and Mia were here it was totally fine… until they got crazy."

Dom just stared at him mildly. "Brian's on his way too?"

"Yeah," Roman muttered, leading him down the back hallway into the area where the bar opened up.

Mia was stretched out on one of the couches on her stomach, arm dangling over the edge so that her hand rested on the floor. Someone had put a trash can next to her. Dom spotted his daughter sprawled in an overstuffed chair across from her, curled up on her side, lips parted, eyes closed. She almost, almost would have looked like she was peacefully sleeping were it not for the split lip and bruised knuckles she was sporting.

Letty was awake, sitting in one of the chairs she'd dragged over from a table, feet propped up on the low coffee table. She had a bag of ice pressed against her hand and a cut across the curve of her cheekbone where the skin was purpled and bruised.

Dom sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. She looked up to meet his gaze and he could see she was still definitely drunk. She smiled wolfishly, then narrowed her eyes in Roman's direction.

"I told you not to call Dom."

"What are you gonna do?" Roman asked. "Sleep here?"

"It's called a taxi, Rome," she said, lurching to her feet.

Dom stepped in front of her, reaching out a hand to steady her. "Letty… What the hell do you think you're doing?"

She smiled, leaned into his body. "Never could stay outta trouble," she fairly purred, sliding her hands up his back.

He shivered, because she was pressing the ice pack into his spine. He reached back to grab her hand and she winced.

"What did you do?" he demanded, though there was no harshness in his voice.

"It's your daughter's fault," she said, tilting her head slightly to look up at him. "She wanted to do shots. And you know your sister can't hold her booze." She laughed. "She was dancing on the tables in no time."

Roman nodded, sitting down on the couch near Mia's feet and rubbing a hand over his face. "Of course, some guys started to make some trouble."

"They were trying to put dollar bills down her pants," Letty griped, stalking away from them. "That shit isn't cool."

"Yeah and you showed them with your fists," Rome said. "Instead of just letting me kick they asses out." He looked at Dom. "And then all hell broke out and there was just a brawl. Your girl got involved too. I couldn't call the cops cause I had a kid up in here, man."

Dom sighed. "Right, Roman, I get it."

Letty looked unrepentant. "I'm not going to apologize for punching those creeps."

"Uh huh," Dom said. "And what about taking our daughter out drinking?"

She shrugged, eying him. "We came here when we were her age. Seems like we figured it all out Dom. Besides, I was right here. No way that little girl can drink me under the table."

He laughed briefly. "Letty… I'm not even sure I can drink you under the table."

She smiled at him, her gaze sliding over him slowly. She put her uninjured hand on her hip. "C'mon you're not really mad," she said. "Better she goes out to bars with me and Mia than by herself, or with her friends."

He was silent, though he had to admit she had a point. "It would have probably worked out better if you and Mia hadn't gotten trashed."

"I wasn't planning to," Letty complained. "Hell you'd think Rome here would have watered the damn tequila or somethin' helpful." She glanced at the other man accusingly.

"Hey," Roman lifted his hands. "I told you little girl issued a straight up challenge."

"And no one in this room can resist a challenge," Dom put in.

"Mia probably should have," Letty said, glancing at her friend. "Though… not the most embarrassing thing she's done while drunk."

"Do tell," Roman said.

"How about not," Dom replied, frowning at the other man.

"She made out with a chick," Letty answered.

Rome's eyes went wide. "Wait. Details. Was it you?"

"Hell no," Letty scowled at him. "I wasn't drunk."

"But when you have been drunk…" Roman continued, leaning forward. "Have you ever made out with another chick?"

She stared at him evenly. "Have you ever made out with another guy?"

"What? Woman, what kind of question is that?"

She opened her mouth but then there was a loud knock at the back door which spared them all from further continuation on the subject. Roman got up to go answer, returning shortly with Brian trailing behind him. He and Dom exchanged a look, then Brian moved to go scoop up his wife gently.

"Careful she doesn't puke in your car," Letty offered helpfully.

"Yeah… thanks for that. See you guys Sunday." Brian shook his head at Roman as he carried Mia back out the way he'd come.

"Come on," Dom said. "We're going home."

Letty looked at Roman. "Can I have my keys?"

"Hell no," he said.

"I'm not going to drive. I just want to have them so I can come pick up my car tomorrow."

Rome looked at her a long moment, then went to get them from behind the bar, dropping them into her hand. She smiled.

"Thanks man."

Dom picked up his daughter, slipping one arm under the bend of her knees and the other behind her shoulders as he lifted her. Letty followed them out of the bar back to Dom's car and opened the back door so that he could lay the teen across the seats. He spared a brief moment of prayer that she wouldn't puke on the interior of the vehicle, then went around to the driver's side. Letty climbed into the passenger side and buckled up.

He looked over at her as he started up the car. "So… do you think she's gotten it out of her system?"

"Trust me, when she wakes up with the pounding headache tomorrow after being up the rest of the night puking she will not be wanting to do it again anytime soon." Letty laughed. "Remember the first time I drank myself into a wicked hangover?"

"Yeah…" he mumbled. "You were miserable to be around the whole day after that."

"Well I guess we'd better let her hide out in her room tomorrow just like she's gonna want to do."

Dom pulled the car out onto the road slowly, glancing at his sleeping daughter in the rearview mirror. "This is probably the most unconventional way to teach someone a lesson, ever."

"We all need to learn life lessons, Dom. Might as well have fun doing it. And if you can learn it without getting hurt, all the better."

He reached over to squeeze her thigh gently, smiling. "At least we can give her that."