Thread: Scorpion, Mercury, and Avalanche Who: Dominic Pedros, Cessily Kincaid, and Carmilla Black When: February 22, afternoon Where: the Lair What: The ladies love Dom. No srsly.
Video games cured everything, at least for a little while. Especially if they were violent and lots of things died. While he'd preferred being holed up in his room under most circumstances, the lure of the 52 inch plasma screen was too much for even the surliest of Brotherhood to resist for too long. So there he was, cursing at the screen in a spectacular fashion after being set on fire and then shot at by something creepy on the game. Dominic did, however, refrain from throwing the controller at the screen as he respawned yet again.
He was sitting cross-legged on the couch, both knees of his jeans ripped out due to the sheer age of them (Dominic did not shop. Ever.). A few empty soda cans and a half-eaten bag of chips surrounded him, testament to how long he'd been hunched over the controller. There were also evidence of several cupcake wrappers littering the floor. Unlike some people, he didn't seem to have a problem with vodka-flavored frosting. There was nothing in either his demeanor or his language that suggested he wanted to be bothered at this time. For any reason or by anyone.