Dominic Agostino (_maverick) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-06-28 09:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-11, castel, dominic |
I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind
Who: Dominic and Castel
Where: A high-end bar in Ann Arbor
When: Evening
Meeting up with Castel was overdue, there was no two ways around it. For the record, Dominic had always liked the guy, not even just because Castel was good with Camilla. He was from a good family - as far as Dominic knew, anyway - and he was a black witch, just like Dom had been. And he'd get back to that level again, just given enough time. The fact of the matter was that Dominic didn't have a lot of guy friends he could just call up and hang out with, now that he and Ashton were very much done with. If Dom ever so much as caught Ashton's scent, he wouldn't care if he got caught, or if he was hurt, that fucker was going to die for what he'd done. There was Dante of course, but Dante was 1. Dom's brother and therefore obligated and 2. not in Michigan at the moment. He wasn't doing much better once he'd gotten to Scarlet Oak, either. He hadn't seen that other wolf again - whose name Dominic couldn't remember, and wasn't sure he'd gotten in the first place - and that was probably for the best. For the other guy, anyway.
So yes, getting out for the night was a good thing. At least this time he could promise that he wasn't going out with the intention of getting shitfaced so he didn't have to remember anything else going on. Things with Keira were, at the moment, on an upswing. Anything was better than nothing, Dominic kept telling himself that, and he did believe they'd get back to where they'd been before he'd been turned. Someday. With enough time. Tonight there would be drinking, yes, but nothing overboard. Catching up was more important. Dominic arrived first, taking a seat at the bar and ordering a martini. There was a bar menu as well, but Dominic didn't give it as much as a second glance. Honestly, why would he bother? He rarely ate out, preferring to cook for himself, unless it was at his father's place and he knew who was making his food. Some habits died hard.
For the moment, he sipped at his drink, looking out over the bar, idly glancing down at the curved scar on his hand. Maybe Milla had told Castel that he'd been turned. Either way, it was done now, and Dominic didn't really hide it. He just didn't bring it up often. He'd see how the night went.