-just before the count of three, Dominick throws his shoulder up! 

Kickout!

It's a moment of intense desperation. Soaked in wine, covered in bruises, beaten with a kendo stick. His mind raced with a thousand possibilities as to what he could do, but because it was all coming to him at once, he didn't know what to do. 

He was panicking. 

He felt like this could actually be the end of his title reign.

Oh how short it was... 

No, Dom. Snap out of it. Don't let it end like this.

He didn't even know who Patron T was! 

But he was kicking the shit out of him in front of the other patrons, the restaurant, and Isla!

He couldn't possibly... 

Wait a second-

Dom popped back up to his feet and pointed a damning finger at "T".

"You Sir!" He shouted loud enough that God could hear. "I wish to speak to your manager! I am a mere child of only 18, and you are serving me wine with... alcohol!"

The collective patronage gasps in unison as Tommy is left holding the proverbial wine bottle.

A manager storms over. "Is this true?"

Dom, standing there befuddled as he is literally covered in said wine, points at his own shirt.

"What are you trying to do? Ruin us?!" The manager shouted at Tommy. "They could shut us down for this!"

"Oh, darn." Dom said with a wink towards Isla. "That, or worse: I'd be forced to write a bad yelp review."

"P-p-please Sir, w-we'll do anything to make this up to you!"

"Just get this weirdo out of here before the cops have to get involved." Dom smirked. "And our dinner is on the house."

"You heard our esteemed guest! Get the HELL out of here you BAFOON! You're Fired!"

Dom watched as Tommy was fired and escorted from a restaurant that he didn't even work at. Well, as far as he knew anyway.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that Scoops had any grandchildren." Dom said as he sat back down at the table across from Isla. 

She rolled her eyes.

"Are you kidding? Scoops is an ancestor. That was probably one of his descendants."

"Great. Just what I needed. An entire branch of the human family tree out to get me."

"Hmm, judging by your new friend over there. I'm going to say it's the stump that's out to get you."

Something about being with her. No matter how shitty the circumstances were, she seemed to know how to make him smile. Even though it wasn't a perfect celebration, it was one he wouldn't change for the world. 

Besides, he wasn't actually going to leave a bad review anyway.

The Cordon Bleu was okay. It certainly wasn't his favorite. 

A decent burger would have been more than fine.