GOD COMPLEX.

Parked at the expansive bar for the better part of fifteen minutes, he'd been ordering drinks for anyone close enough to engage in his antics. A little inebriated sure, but not belligerently so and Dominic had no intention of crossing the line into that realm during a crucial event for his sister. He knew how to pace a buzz long enough to make it last; to make it count. "If you see Celestina walking this way, can you warn me?" His jaw angles towards the nearest partygoer to his left. "I need to like, jump into the ocean or something before she figures out I showed up to this." Only a half-joke.

Weddings weren't his cup of tea really, never had been. They all seemed to distill into a long drawn out process of binding yourself to the same person for... what? Eternity? The first shitty anniversary and then bailing? Divorce was hardly a bogeyman, but it seemed a messy and inevitable proposition from his vantage point. He could be happy for others who wanted it though, or at least feign the sentiment long enough to seem genuine. "Since we haven't had the chance to properly do this," he placed a crystalline shot glass into the other man's grasp without invitation. "Congratulations on the nuptials. To many more years and all that jazz."

"You wouldn't believe what they just leave lying around this place." Dominic appeared as if by magic, cropping up in her line of sight with a bottle of vintage champagne clutched in each fist. One for each of them and already uncorked, as God intended. Almost certainly not left out for the masses to take at their leisure, but whatever exchange occurred between himself and some skinny little waiter was neither here nor there. "I've been thinking," passing her the Dom Pérignon held in his left hand, he continued his explanation without missing a beat, "it's probably for the best I left the jacket. Way too many people in suits here. You'd lose me in the crowd of nepo babies."

…. escorted by Cleo Calhoun-Dietrich and he suit jacket he forgot on the helicopter

His own office at CSW was perfectly fine and amenable to all of Dominic's general needs to run the financial side of their firm. However, call it long term impulse and general penchant for mischief, he couldn't help himself from rifling through his brother's things after the elder stepped out. In front of a witness too, although if she ratted on him then it was no skin off his nose to call her a liar. "My dear intelligent, assertive, vicious Rüya, I have two favors to ask." He stuffed three post-it note pads into his pockets and followed it with the entire cup of pens. Just for annoyance sake. "Well one's a favor, the other is a request. Hold your shock and awe because I'm sure you can guess what they are."

"I'm just saying," he lounged in the chair across from her desk, utterly at home in a place that for once didn't belong to him. "We know investors are jumpy and predictable, but also reactive. I want a politician's view, something self-serving and finessed. No offense to you and yours." Which became their in for this new sweep of stock market manipulation. Not a revolutionary method of insider trading really, but an easily profitable one if they could time it correctly with the right amount of air coverage. Because truly it was either keep trucking at his job or spend every waking moment looking at the blank spot in his phone where Romeo's texts should be. "Senator Rollins is weak and easily bought. We should hear what he thinks is coming down the pipeline from Congress in the next three months. Thoughts? Opinions? General peanut gallery insights?"

"What are you wearing? Are those supposed to be pajamas?" Dom's assessment arrived mere seconds after the door pulled back to reveal his friend on the opposing side and only four minutes after he'd texted to say he was coming over. Santi probably hadn't even read it yet. "It's only ten. This is so sad." Youth cut down in its prime honestly. "For the love of God, put something else on so we can leave before the bars close. Or do you need permission to come out now? Do I have to call your sister? Because she scares me and I don't want to do that."