<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Eternium/Domino_zpsojujanwd.png)</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> Gray Jersey (open), navy sports bra, <br/>baggy jeans, canvas belt, Converse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane </span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;"> <strong><em>"Don't. Ever. Do. That. Again. To me."</em></strong><br/><br/><em>Why? Because you want me to do it for real?</em><br/><br/>Domino's stifled laughter died in her throat and for a second she wanted to be irritated with Shane. Sure, she could dish out the teasing comments and all but she couldn't take 'em? Such bullshit. But then Domino actually looked over at her friend and felt a surge of several different things all at once, which didn't exactly make anything better but at least she couldn't single out her irritation. Part of her wanted to tell Shane to just speak the hell up because if getting it out of her system would help then they could go do the damn thing and get it over with and go back to whathefuckever. Granted the shiver that worked its way up her spine at the mere thought of such a thing threatened to make her a liar so she kept that <em>genius</em> idea to herself. <br/><br/>"Look, don't get bloody pissy with me cuz you struck out or whatever this week." Domino's gaze turned away and she pushed herself up off the bench, her tone not entirely neutral as she had hoped. "Gods, you're like a fucking addict," she added, her accent thickening all over again due to her own crazy ass emotions. "Gettin' all moody cuz you haven't had a hit. You want pussy then go get pussy." Her voice wasn't loud but her head nod toward the table full of girls was clear. What did she care if Shane swooped up some random bird anyhow? Hell, maybe she'd go ride a skater her damn self. <br/><br/><em>Yeah r--</em> Shut up brain!<br/><br/>Setting aside the remains of her sandwich, Domino began to shed her jersey. No she wasn't stripping but she had a tendency to fidget when she'd been still for too long or else when she was uncomfortable. To say she was uncomfortable now would have been an understatement though she was trying like hell to play it off with the usual flippancy even while she didn't feel it. </span>