BRUISED / MORALITY !

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There wasn’t much she could say that would have righted this wrong, so instead Dom sat there in a stunned sort of silence. Mostly, she was struck by how low key hot that threat was, which meant she had to stop herself from grinning about it. “Five minutes ain’t near enough time, so maybe I should just go because your security has been waiting to man handle me since I got here.” She admitted easily, rolling her eyes before standing, grabbing the ID from the table. “It’s Dom, to be fair. You gonna give me more than five or what?” Asked simply, but without approaching her.

Sometimes she needed to talk her shit and he knew better than to interrupt that. That didn’t stop him from squinting at the ID once it was tossed his way, however. Instead, in fact, he stared at it a little too long before shaking his head, mumbling under his breath before he pocketed the piece of plastic. That was a different set of problems, they had to get through this one first. “Yeah, I knew it. Tell me more while you being so fuckin’ sweet.” He tossed back at her with a grin before standing, circling the men in a way that let him really observe the scene for what might have been the first time. “Tarp would work better, We not the fuckin glad man out here you know.” He scoffed a little bit before holding a hand out, knowing damned well she didn’t have what he mentioned. “Toss me a roll.”

“Most people do.” It seemed like a harsh comment but this conversation already felt like a threat Five seconds in. It had been a long time since she’d taken well to threats, and she wasn’t about to back pedal, even if it did mean bringing all this crashing down. “What am I following, exactly?” The question was worth asking, tilting her head before waving a hand as if to say the other woman had the floor. It wasn’t time for her to show her hand, at least not yet.

“You’re too good to me.” A laugh would have usually followed, but she simply knew better at this point. A small smile did show up though, because there was weight to those words. A sigh was evident, finally getting the chance to relax, the adrenaline finally draining its way from her body. It meant she felt more, but she was touched, emotionally, by the comfort that made it easier to realize what she felt, right now, for the other. The cloth is taken, pausing. “You’re a tough one, mister grinch.” A tease before she uses it to bite down, keeping herself from needing to make any additional noise or disrupt this little street with her bullshit. It was eventually pulled back out with a nod. “Hate to say it, but I think I might make it.” 

What an absolute shit show. She’d been thinking about it ever since they’d arrived at the beach house, but that wasn’t exactly something that was so fucking easy to ask. So, instead Jade had waited it out, until they were trapped in a car together, away from any prying eyes or ears. “Why would you even do that?” The question had been hanging there for what felt like forever. After all, being someone's mistress, it wasn’t something she was proud of, but it was a means to an end. A means, that in no universe, could she understand anyone covering for, let alone their kid. 

The name was familiar, mostly because it was one that she had heard all her life. The confusion even took a moment to settle in, to realize that they were all of a sudden calling her by her real fucking name, not just the one she’d created. Dominique moved slowly, allowing that confusion, the surprise, to work its way through her features, head tilted to the side for a moment before lips pursed. “What did you just call me?” It couldn’t have been, after all, she must have misheard them.  She already knew her mostly useless boyfriend wouldn’t be any help in saving her ass if this all came crumbling down, coupled with the fact that she’d fucked up, and actually started to like this one, but that wasn’t important right now. 

It was one of those never-ending days, the kind that seems like it was designed only to test both her patience and her self control. That didn’t stop the cool demeanor written all over her though, arms at her sides as she walked back into the office. She’d hoped for some sort of sanctuary in her office, but once she rounded the corner and looked in the open door, seeing them...well, it said the day sure as shit wasn’t done yet. A grin, and a chuckle written more for disbelief, was there as bag was slung in a chair. “You ever get tired of this little game?”  

Sorority wasn’t a choice she’d made, and the majority of the pledge activities had convinced her that it didn’t really matter, because she wasn’t going to make it through. This though, this was a little bit easier, simple in the sense that a mixer full of women was entirely better than having to deal with the combined effort of their other organizations. She turned to the girl next to her, another pledge, a half smile on her features, probably because she’d had just enough to drink. “I don’t think I’m going to make it, but the president is motivating me, all things considered. Have you looked at her?” A light chuckle is made, mostly at her joke that was only partially a joke, for that matter.

If she looked taken aback, it’s probably because she was. Not many people knew that her family had more money than god, as they say, and even less seemed to recognize her because of it. Ah, you know, family issues. But, it made her laugh a little bit, smile forming slow before accented vocals were pushed further. “Sorry, what? I mean yeah that’s me...” She admitted, a hand waving. “Shit, not many people know that, is it that obvious?” 

Atticus was not always known for being the most dependable, but one sure fire way to ensure she’d make good on just about anything was through what family she did have left. That explained why she showed up to the wedding in the first place, her sisters friend providing an address and a 911 text about needing a date. True to her own fashion, slacks and matching suit jacket, button down left open from the first four buttons, the tattoo on her sternum making an impression every time she moved the right way. A hand moved back through unruly yet styled curls, looking for that familiar face, and seeing more than one. For some reason, she couldn’t remember why, she’d seen some of these people before. The realization she might be a little closer to the wedding party than she knew, well, that hadn’t sunk in yet. 

“Complicated.” The word was repeated like she didn’t know what it meant, or she was trying to understand how to actually say it right. Head tilted to the side for a moment, thinking about it for all of five seconds before continuing. “Complicated for who, the groupies? That bartender that tried to take you home last night? Who, huh?”