The thing about it was the eyeball. The texture. She’d been “born this way” and that was that... but maybe she hadn’t been, because her other eye was perfectly normal. Either way, it was what it was, and Domino had learned to be as unconcerned about her face as she was about everything else in her life. That was to say, shockingly.
“Somehow, I doubt that,” she said idly, and really, she was only partially listening. What did she care? Haunted or not, people dying or not, Domino would be just fucking fine, thanks. And on top of that, you meant to tell her she didn’t even know any of these people? Aiight. She had turned her head to look at him, though, setting the glass of ice next to her ass on the bar. Her body was still faced away from him because he hadn’t been in here when she’d sat, but that didn’t bother her any. What was he gonna do, surprise her? Oooh. “Damn, this is gonna be fun, then.”
And she meant it, too. She meant it even more when Johnny stepped around the bar where she could see him, and God help everyone, introduced himself as a big deal. She shook his hand, but she was already grinning ear to ear. He’d asked for it. “Are you?” Her head tilted to the side, and she let go of his hand after she’d shook it. “I’m Domino. The whole vibe is kind of not being a big deal.” She shrugged, leaned back on her hands on the bar, swung a foot. Nervous energy, but she wasn’t nervous. “Besides, if they live to talk about it, how big of a deal can you be?” And now the laughs, like a cascade.