Luna and Dom
Not really knowing why he was going, apart from maybe running into Luna so they could talk, Domenic walked into Carnival dressed up as a boxer, complete with the robe and boxing gloves slung around his neck. All of this really wasn't his thing, but the last time he was there - he had been with Luna, and she'd shown him how much fun it could be.
So he ordered himself a drink and looked about the room, recognizing a few faces but didn't expect anyone to approach him. Except, of course, if they were going to give him a piece of their minds. Domenic still held true to the fact that he hadn't really 'broken up' or 'dumped' Luna - he would never have done that to someone he loved. He was giving her space to do whatever made her happy, whatever she needed to succeed and he only hoped that she could see that, even just a little.
He was so busy nursing his drink that he almost didn't notice Luna at the other end of the bar. She looked so lovely and for the first time in a long time, Dom was nervous to approach, worried that she may just stalk off. Being who he was though and how he was brought up, he made his way over and it was evident that she didn't exactly realize it was him. "It is." A small sheepish smile appeared on his face, and then he tried at a joke when he thought maybe Luna was surprised to see him. "I didn't think my costume was that good."