Dominic/Adelaide
Somehow, witnessing it firsthand made it real, made a fire erupt in his chest cavity, which burned only stronger as the time slipped by. It was just disgusting, that she would lower herself to Rabastan’s level...
Dominic pulled a smile into place at her comment, something that looked more like a sneer. “Never! This party is all the rave, and I certainly am drinking the night away!” At that, he tipped the cup back, head tilting with the action, as he swallowed the amber liquid.
Once the last drop was drained from the crystal glass, he slammed it back down onto the table, and leaned in closer to Adelaide, posture just as tense as before, anger raising gradually to the surface, betraying the cool exterior he had been working on all night. “Come on, why’re you worrying about little old me?”
Abruptly he drew back and threw up his hands, voice raising by an octave. “It’s a party, Adelaide! Enjoy yourself!”
Adel moved back from his attack, smelling the alcohol on his breath. “Dominic, are you drunk?” She made a face, shaking her head. She had never been a fan of the substance and she was beginning to see why. He was a different person, one she was beginning to dislike once again. But she had to remind herself that this wasn’t really him, this was just the alcohol speaking. At least his drink was empty now.
She leaned over, placing a hand over his, very lightly. “Dominic, what’s wrong?” she asked softly. She didn’t want to draw attention them, but he had already begun to do so. She knew people glanced their way when he had yelled the last part and she just wanted to calm him before he could say anything else too loudly.
“Would you like to go outside and get some air?” she asked, hoping he would take the bait. “You seem a little flustered, not your usual suave self.” She managed a smile, hoping he would just come along. Why was she even bothering? She should just stand up and leave, distance herself from him before her mother could notice she was apart of the disturbance and pull her away anyhow. But she couldn’t find it in herself to leave him just yet. A small part of her wondered if she might have had a part in all this. That’s ridiculous, for that to happen there would have to be some kind of feelings mixed in to all this. Even after arguing with herself and admitting something for Dominic, she couldn’t hope that he was going through the same thing.
“Drunk? Me? Never!” It was somewhat a lie, and a small part of him realized that. Dominic scowled down at the hand on his, wondering why she believed it was right to just touch him as she pleased. It was not right and he was tired of the conflict that arouse inside of him whenever it happened.
Jerking his hand from underneath hers’, Dominic pushed from the chair, hands planted on the table top, as he loomed over her, the angry brown gaze visible through the golden mask he wore.