Baseball was something of an acquired taste. It wasn't Dominic's favorite sport, though it was rather fun to bet on Yankees/Red Sox games. The rivalry was always required, being a native New Yorker and all. You could always guarantee that any bar in the city would be showing the game, whether you wanted to watch it or not. Same with the Jets or the Giants during football season, or if you were really unlucky, the Patriots. Dominic was a gambler, but he'd never gotten into fantasy football. Thankfully.
Dominic wasn't quite like all the others in the area, but he knew better than to show off his were form in public. He might not be so happy about being a wolf, but it was done now and all he could do was deal with it from here on out. Didn't mean he had to go around bragging about it. The scruff on his face was mostly due in part to the fact that he'd forgotten to pack a razor when he left New York, and had yet to go get a new one. Priorities, Dominic had them. First was Zania, then finding a bar like this one. So far, so good. "Why not? Could be fun." The current players were wrapping up and before they could stop him, Dominic went over and plucked the darts from the dart board. "Ours now. You kids go have yourself a beer or something." The tone of his voice said he wasn't kidding, either, and the two guys left, muttering under their breaths. Dominic didn't care. He was the alpha, whether they acknowledged it or not, and what he said goes. "I'm Dominic. You got a name?"