Domino wandered up the hall to the room he was in, humming softly. She'd seen Nathan off to the club, laughing over the costume she'd gotten for him. Of course she'd had to get him back when he'd teased her about this- well, this whatever it was. Fairy wings an a sparkly tutu had been her only recourse, and she would cherish the blackmail forever.
She had decided that easy access was important, just in case he really was very tired, so she'd worn a very small pair of shorts and a low cut top, thankful that the California weather and her time in New York had made that possible. You just don't get cold like New York anywhere else. maybe it was just that she thought of it as a cold place.
She pulled her sunglasses off, knocking on his door as she tucked them into her shirt collar. She'd had enough of the wrong sort of stares to last a lifetime. At least in LA someone wearing sunglasses after dark was hardly notable. Her presents for Jack were in her purse, along with a wooden stake and her Glock. With shorts this small, there was no way she could hide a gun easily.