The blond woman followed her out of the cabin and into the bar car. Dod ordered her Whiskey Smash while the woman she was with looked around the room. Dod followed suite and immediately met eyes with what she could only assume was the 'big scoundrel' that the guy with the drinks had warned them about. Dod rolled her eyes and looked away in time to see Theo walking up.
"That cabin is awfully jam-packed, wouldn't you agree?" the woman asked.
"That it is," Theo said, beating Dod to answering, "Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt. I just extended the invite to your friends back there, but I wanted to let you all know-"
The bartender interrupted with Theo's and Dod's drinks, though he gave more of a show with Theo's.
"-Im staying in the Presidential Cabin, plenty of smoke, drink, music, and space. I'd love to see you two dames there," with that he left.
"Well I may just have to," Dod called after him. She smirked and looked back the woman she was with.
"So what about you doll, what's your name?" Dod asked, taking a sip of her drink.
"I think I would like to know that same thing," a gentleman's voice interrupted. Dod looked over to see the 'big scoundrel' from earlier.
"I don't mean to sound rude, but dry up sweetheart," Dod said with a sickly sweet smile.
"Excuse me?"
"Well I just figured a rude entrance deserved a rude response, so why don't you just turn your tail, alright?"
The man stared down Dod, another growing problem with the 'modern woman' is that they were known for having unusually sharp tongues the no fear of speaking up which often aroused aggressive feelings from the people it was directed at.
"Now you listen here doll," he said pointing a giant's finger in her face, "No one, especially not some flapper, talks to me like that." Dod saw some men standing up in the back, though she had a feeling it wasn't to protect her, but back him up. He was about to turn to the woman she was with, possibly to tell her off too, but Dod squeezed between them.
"Sorry, but I have a feeling that our conversation isn't quite done yet," she turned to the woman behind her and whispered, "You might want to scram Jane."
"Oh but I think it is, bearcat" the man said, he raised his hand and back-handed Dod. She didn't lose her balance, but her cheek started to burn. Her mouth tightened a little and her eyes slowly looked over the man again. She suddenly slammed glass, the liquor still mostly inside, to the side of the guy's head. The sound of glass shattering filled the car as well as an explosion of sound; people yelling; the guy growling; the bartender pushing Dod out of the car; other people poking their heads out and whispering to see what was the matter. Dod just glared at the scoundrel man while the bartender did his best to keep everyone from bumping each other off, though once she was fulling out of the car she turned and walked down the corridor. She wasn't really entirely certain she wanted to see people right now, her blood still boiling from being back handed. So she just hung in the corridor, leaning against a window and rubbing her cheek delicately.