<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://www.smoksho.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Shay-Discrete4.jpg)</div></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple hoodie, black beater, black<br/>basketball shorts, and Supras (http://www.salessuprshoes.com/images/cheap-supra-383-shoes_3.jpg)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Chill<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snow </span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">Domino's head was bobbing to the heavy beat playing through her own earbuds as she strolled along but the moment she neared the dance studio she felt the conflicting beats fill her. It wasn't out of the ordinary to come upon another person using the studio but in the few times she had it tended to be that instrumental shit her mother liked that often left Domino cold and unmoved. In this case though she was able to recognize Beyonce when she heard it and the moment she did she found herself too curious to simply pass the studio by without poking her head in. <br/><br/>Having just come from playing a pick up game of basketball, Domino was feeling pretty mellow. She wanted a burger--no carb watching for this bitch!--and then a shower followed by a nap that preferably included a nice pair of breasts on which to pillow her head. However, she was in no particular rush to get to these things and so paused outside the door to the studio. Pulling her headphones free and tucking them into the top of her already sweat soaked beater, she reached out and opened the door enough to poke her head inside. She wasn't sure what she expected to find but stacked redhead rolling around on the ground in some killer fucking heels definitely hadn't been an option.<br/><br/>"Daaaaaaaayummmmm..." The murmured exclamation wasn't really audible over the music but it didn't matter anyway. She'd only meant to peek in but how in the hell was she supposed to turn and walk away from this? Exactly. She wasn't. And for that reason she went ahead and stepped just inside the door to pull it up behind her while she watched. Her eyes tracked the redhead's movements easily and even through the haze of 'gotdamn' she could appreciate the skill on display. Which was why the moment the dance ended, Domino went ahead did that stupid one person clapping thing. </span>