<div class="floatleft">(http://www.smoksho.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Shay-Discrete4.jpg)</div><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 basketball shorts, and Supras (http://www.salessuprshoes.com/images/cheap-supra-383-shoes_3.jpg)<br/><strong>Location | Date:</strong> Dance Studio | September 15th, 4:45pm<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Chill but <em>interested...</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snow </span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">Perceptive as she was, Domino could indeed pick up on the vibes that Snow was giving off, even some of the less obvious ones. The way the female was pushing up she got the feeling she liked to be in control--though the reason behind that was not something Domino cared to guess at--which was fine with D as she was generally as switchy as they came. Her preference was pleasure, pure and simple, so who was on top or in control or what-the-fuck ever wasn't really a big deal for her. Though if she were asked she wouldn't mind sampling every inch of the redhead in front of her. Still, for the moment she was minding her manners... mostly. Which was somewhat out of the ordinary for her.<br/><br/>"What, you don't believe my name is really Domino? I think I'm hurt," she teased. "I can show you my driver's license if you want." The brunette grinned and chuckled as it certainly wasn't the first time someone hadn't believed her about her name. In actuality it wasn't the name that had been written on her birth certificate but there were only a very select few people at this school who knew her mother had named her Dominique. Legally changing her name had been something she'd talked her father into letting her do before the start of high school... which had hurt her mother and added yet another straw to that particular broke down arsed camel's back. <br/><br/>"Were you uh... heading back to the dorms?" Domino didn't back away or actually move much at all except to lick her lips. "I mean, I was going that way  so we can walk together if you want. I don't wanna hold you up or anything." She offered, enjoying the way Snow's presence seemed to invade the space around her. In fact there was a lot about Snow that she quite fancied. More than that she found herself curious about her beyond just wanting to know what she sounded like when she came which was usually a good sign. The fact that the redhead had called her dancing a coping mechanism hadn't escaped her notice but as curious as she was she wasn't looking to disrupt the flow that seemed to be settling into place. There was plenty of time for Domino to be her nosy as hell self after all. At least that was what she was telling herself as she let Snow decide if she wanted to get out of here or not. </span>