<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/92/b5/71/92b5714b3322ba293ff73db5c5ebe3ec.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Dominic Kincaid<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Arcade<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, 2017<br/><strong>Content</strong>:  A relaxed first date.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Jennifer Cole<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Dominic was often told that he had a presence.  A calm, strong, controlled presence.  And he knew that it was fairly true.  His training from an early age had made him very serious and intense and that was reflected in everything that he did.  The way he walked, the way he moved, even the way that he held Jam's hand in his arm.  It was strong, almost possessive even though this was only their first date.  It was as if he wanted to be sure that every male that saw them together knew that Jam was with him and that any attempt to converse with her or distract her from their evening would find them confronted by Dominic.  And while he was all smiles and having a good time, that switch could flip in an instant and they could find themselves face to face with a warrior whose youth had been spent training and honing his body into a very dangerous weapon.  And if things got too intense, his sword was only one dimension rift away from his hand, even if his sword arm was currently being used as a sort of pillow by Jam.<br/><br/>Not that he minded in the slightest, which was actually new for him. Usually anything that interfered with his sword arm bothered him and he found ways to get out of that situation as quickly as he could.  But for reasons that he didn't quite understand, he felt completely at ease with Jam holding that arm and walking along, effectively making it almost impossible for him to get at his sword quickly.  But he was fine with it and was actually a bit sad when she let go so that he could grab for his wallet to pay for their milkshake.  When he ordered chocolate, he thought that he saw a brief flash of disappointment on her face, but it vanished so quickly that he thought that he must've imagined it and went about the act of ordering, receiving, and then guiding her over to a table so they could share the shake.  And he laughed when she took control of both straws in order to get a double helping of the chocolate shake that they were meant to be sharing.<br/><br/>But that didn't last long as she shifted one of the straws over to him so that he could take a drink.  And when he did, he found that there was a faint hint of strawberry underneath the chocolate that could've only come from Jam's lips.  And that hint of taste made him want to lean over and kiss the girl, but he resisted, feeling that to do so would be unacceptable given that this was only the first date and it wasn't even over yet.  No, he would have to wait.  But he felt like he still got something as he felt Jam's leg brush against his calf and remain there, allowing for some sort of physical contact with them even though they were sitting across the table from one another.  He found that oddly reassuring as it meant that she was enjoying the date enough that she wanted to continue to spend the time with him and touch him.  So when she asked him about the best night he'd ever had, his brain immediately went to sex.  In fact, it was sex with her sister, but that was certainly not going to be discussed and he was seeking another night to talk about when she imposed the rule about no sex stories or movie references.<br/><br/>He laughed at her words as he took a sip of the shake.<strong>"Good thing you included that rule,"</strong>he said playfully,<strong>"I wasn't sure if I wanted to make you blush thinking about some of my sexual exploits."</strong>He winked playfully before his face seemed to grow serious for a moment as he sought the memory that she was looking for.  And after a bit of thought, he found the one that he knew was right.<strong>"I think that the night I finally beat my Sensei has to be the best nonsexual night of my life,"</strong>he started,<strong>"I was probably ten or eleven at the time.  And I had worked so hard, but I could never beat him.  He was a true master.  But that night, I don't know what was different, but it seemed like I couldn't be hit.  And then......then it happened.  I got him.  I got him and I couldn't believe it."</strong>He paused for a moment as if reliving that moment, his eyes seeming far away for a moment.  Then he came back and his intense eyes locked back on hers.<strong>"Looking back, I know that he let me win,"</strong>he said,<strong>"I was getting angry and discouraged and he feared I would quit.  But still, in that moment, I felt like I could take on the world.  And to this day, it still sticks out as the moment that I really knew that hard work and effort could pay off."</strong><br/><br/>He fell silent after he said that.  When he spoke of that, there was an intensity and a certainty that couldn't be missed.  It was an energy that was, if of itself, almost magical and radiated off of him.  His eyes remained locked on hers for a long time, the milkshake momentarily forgotten as he did so.  Finally, he seemed to shake it off a bit and some of the intensity faded, but there was still something radiating off of him.<strong>"So what about you?"</strong>he asked her,<strong>"What's the best night you've ever had.  And remember, you have to follow your own rules.  No sex or childhood movie references."</strong>He smiled warmly at her as his leg shifted slightly along hers, his jeans restricting skin on skin contact, but still making it clear that he was pleased with the contact between them.