He listened politely, nodding at appropriate intervals--Max's passion for this specific topic was obvious. Though Dom certainly was learning a few new things, the information was nevertheless a bit odd in comparison to his typical grasp on the gaming world. (For him, the most exciting computer games he played happened to be along the lines of mahjong, various puzzles, and your average brain teasers. He'd always been unsettled by graphic, violent video games and so they'd never suited his palate. Table top games were an entirely different world altogether to him.)
"That sounds pretty neat. You'll have to let me know if you make a break through with the shop. If a...popular event like that were allowed, no doubt it'd raise their profits. It'd be a win-win situation for everyone involved." True, Dominic was mostly unfamiliar with that of which he spoke, but it wouldn't necessarily deter him from extending his writing scope. A select, safe place for gamers to unite ultimately meant more of a boost in sales for the shop (should the idea take off), and for Dominic it'd mean covering an entirely new subject. Of course, he wouldn't allow his hopes to leap foolishly high.
He followed Max into the elevator, casting a last glance at the poor dirty button.
"Yeah, second floor. That's right." He began to smile, but the expression was quickly halted. His brows furrowed--there again was another white button besmirched by Max's M&M-covered fingers. Once was bad enough, but now twice? Maybe the vending machine room should have offered napkins as well as sweet candies and bottled beverages. In vain, Max was trying to wipe the button clean (but he hadn't cared about the outside button's messy state, had he?). In Dominic's opinion, the other man was only making matters worse.
After another quick button tap, courtesy of Max, the elevator doors shut punctually. The chocolate covering the once pristine button panel inside the contraption did not fail to nettle Dominic. He looked away from the buttons and swallowed a choice remark with some effort. He'd almost forgotten about the Snickers bar in his own hand, but a quick assessment revealed that it was not yet a dripping, chocolate mess. Dominic cleared his throat as the elevator rumbled to life and began to move, suddenly very grateful he'd chosen an apartment close to the ground floor.