“Are you telling me you don’t know classics like The Sixth Sense? The Others? Now those are real ghosts. We need to show you the good stuff, my boy,” Jai said, hand on his chest as if he were older and wiser. Truth was, he just really liked to get high, sit down and watch horror movies for the sake of it. Was he easily scared? Absolutely, but that was part of the charm. “Wait– my name? You’ve heard my name? Am I famous?” He knew that was hardly true, and if he had heard about him, it was probably not for a good reason, he just kept wondering why. Had they slept together already? No, no. He would remember. Jai had a good memory for faces, even when he had been fucked up. No, it was something different. Curiosity wouldn’t let him sleep now, but he wondered if he really wanted to know.
“Dominic sounds a bit too serious for a partner, doesn’t it? Might be just me– well, it’s hot,” he thought out loud, immediately moving on to the next subject. “Aw, that’s cute. My mother had a strong preference for henna tattoos, but… well, I like things a little bit more permanent,” he laughed it off, trying not to stop too long on the memory of his mother.
Jai smiled. He wished for a moment, he never had to owe anything in his life, but it seemed like his life was owned anyway. And he had to pay back somehow. He owed so much to so many people. The Graves, The Morettis, his own mother now resting in peace, wherever that would be. He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t for owing somebody, both, Gallagher and the living plain itself. He shook it off. “Listen. For someone who lived off of Dunkin breakfast sandwiches for the majority of my life, I’ll take cheap chips,” he chuckled, a hand moving through his hair.
The spy version of a doctor sounded somehow even more attractive to him. In his mind was now some version of James Bond, dark tux, bowtie and all, and now add a white robe on top? It was like he had come out of his fantasies. “Dr Dom sounds cool, like some sort of super hero, but I’ll respect that, like I respect the fact that nobody calls me by my second name. Reginald is really a bad name,” he confessed in a whisper, as if he cared to reveal such a secret of himself. He was an open book. “That sounds great, though. I would never– I mean, I could be in the front lines of some real smooth covert operation, if what they want is a hot pimp or something,” he laughed a little, “but fighting isn’t exactly my strongest skill. I’m learning though, got the best coach ever. But we haven’t gotten around to start. But I will be cool. Think Rambo? That will be me one day.”
“I’m a Seduction & Flirtation major. Gotta make use or my best assets,” he said, framing his face jokingly. “But McGuyver too. It’s cool. I’m a creative guy too,” Jai shrugged, almost making himself look innocent. Truth was, that had always been his strength since he was a child. He always found his way of using things to his advantage, whether it was a box, a fork or a simple string. His mother used to call it endearing. “What? Your clothes? Nah, mate. It gives your clothes a certain style. I dig,” he smiled, looking down at his body for the first time, though he looked up rather quickly. “So… ice cream? Or… studying? What is it going to be?”
“Unfortunately my parents never pushed me to see those movies so I avoided them. So you’re saying I should watch them?” Dominic liked to boast about his surplus amount of energy, but Jai may have had him beat. He titled his head at Jai’s question, he was a pretty blunt person, and didn’t mind telling him. “You don’t have anything bad associate to your name if that’s what you’re worried about - that I know of. Though, I hear you’re a big flirt but I don’t know if that’s really a good or bad thing yet.” Dominic shrugged, but he would admit to himself, Jai was fun to be around.
“You’re way too good at compliments. I don’t deserve how much you’re gassing me up right now. And that relationship got way too serious in all the wrong ways - so I guess you’re right about that.” He joked. Dominic’s parents would kill him if he had any visibly tattoos, but that didn’t stop him from admiring other’s. The man didn’t hide that he was looking. “Truth me, I’ve always wanted one or two but..yeah..never mind. I do like yours.” Dominic sucked when it came to knowing the right thing to say when complimenting someone, and it would be obvious to the right people. “Dunkin Donuts doesn’t even have the best breakfast sandwiches. I can guarantee that. You know who can? This guy.”
“Reginald? That’s adorable. I think it’s cute to call someone Reggie. It makes me think of a guy who wears a leather jacket and has jet black hair. Is that your aesthetic - because oh my god, it would be dead on.” Dominic got way too excited saying that, and the added chuckle showed. “Oh - and Seduction & Flirtation make a lot of sense. You know how to steer a conversation perfectly. It’s..impressive..and I’ll admit that.” He said, mentally making a note to calm down on the compliments. “And I actually get the rambo reference.”
“Since you’re building my ego so well, how about an ice cream? But you’re not allowed to give me any more compliments because I refuse to let you see me smile like an idiot.” He once again pulled out his pump, checking the levels to make sure he wouldn’t need to rush. “Oh and...” Dominic reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of hand sanitizer. “Put this on before we head in - this is probably the right time to admit that I’m..a little extra at times.”