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@dominicdasilva
dominic da silva. dom. ( ryan gosling. 43. he/him. owner/head chef at overlook. ) 5am runs with his dogs, the smell of freshly baked bread, no such thing as silence, sneakers for any occasion, comfy, cosy cardigans at home, home-grown produce, a flirtatious wink and a smile, putting his children above all else, a stack of overplayed vinyls, late nights and early mornings.
✧ BIOGRAPHY | CONNECTIONS | INTERACTIONS | VISAGE | MUSINGS ✧
"Always a challenge." She confirmed and watched him take the ring from her. Maybe he would have better luck than she did. Or the worker would take pity on the both of them and hand over the bear finally. She failed to hold back the short giggle when he missed, and she turned to hide her face. "I'm sorry." She watched him pull out his wallet, and she lightly grabbed his arm. "Oh, Dom, you don't have to." But she stepped back to give him room. "The pressure?" She giggled again and smiled at him. "You could have turned me down." She was glad he hadn't. These things were always more fun with someone else.
"How can I say no?" Dominic mused very simply. With all his teasing, he really hadn't expected to miss, but it didn't really matter either, the money went to a good cause in town and that was pretty much all that mattered in the long run. When she argued with him paying for another round, his nose wrinkled and he shook his head. He might not have needed to, but he was going to. "You keep saying all these things that really aren't possible right now," he laughed, taking the rings from the guy on the stall. "Right, let's do this thing!"
The brown teddy bear with the green bow had been taunting her. She didn't want to think about how much money she had already spent on the game. It was for a good cause, and that's what she kept repeating when she handed over more cash. She leaned to start to toss the last ring but stopped when she jumped from surprise at the voice behind her. She started laughing and held out the ring for him. "Maybe I was waiting on you to get it for me." She looked at her failures and then back to him. "Unless you don't think you can get it either."
Dom's brows lifted immediately, a laugh escaping him as he took the ring from her outstretched hand. "Oh, a challenge, huh?" he mused lightly as he looked over at her. He couldn't really guarantee he'd get it either, but he supposed he should have seen it coming, considering his taunting of her missed throw. "Let's give it a go..." he added, stepping forward to do just that. Sure enough, he missed, so he was quick to pull out his wallet to pay for another round. "It was the pressure," he laughed.
STATUS: CLOSED (@dominicdasilva)
LOCATION: Swings, Annual Summer Carnival
Getting off the swing ride, Erin stumbled over to the railing as she tried to regain her balance. "Alright, I think I made a mistake. I should not have gotten on this ride after eating as many corn dogs as I did," she admitted, more to herself than anyone else. "Oh, I should not have done that." Her head was still spinning as she glanced around the carnival grounds, and her eyes landed on Dominic. She stepped over to him, placing her hand on her hips. "Hey, Dom! How are you doing?" She grinned at him. "Have you been on the swing yet?"
"I've been avoiding the rides mostly, unless the kids want to go on," was Dom's response as Erin approached him from where she'd presumably been on the swinging chairs. "You're not looking like you had the best time," he added with a light laugh, brows raised. "That's why I'm avoiding it... for now." Perhaps he'd had a little too much cotton candy, courtesy of Cat.
with: darcy & @dominicdasilva
where: carnival
Darcy had been at the carnival for a while and she had played a few games before she realised she sucked at them but she really would like to win a prize. she took a break and got a drink as these games were hard work. As she was walking around she spotting the ring toss game and she smiled when she spotted her friend Dominic standing there. She walked over to him and smiled, "Hey Dom, fancy seeing you here." Looking at the game and then him, "Are you any good at this game?"
Dominic had spent a bit of time walking back and forth through the games and the stalls, debating whether he was in the mood for playing any and seeing if it could win anything for the kids. "I don't know about good," he mused when Drcy appeared by his side. "Cat would try and tell you I'm a ninja, but I'm pretty sure she's wrong on that one." He chuckled softly, casting a glance back over her shoulder. "She's around here somewhere, no doubt picking out what she wants me to try and win for her next."
For: @allisonbennett Location: Summer Carnival, ring toss
Dominic had been at the carnival for perhaps an hour, the kids now with Candice for a while, when he spotted Alli over by one of the games. He debated for several moments whether to head over or not, eventually deciding that he would. Approaching slowly at first, he kept his gaze upon her, watching as she played the game, then course to step up behind her, commenting with a playful tone, "You missed that one."
"As awful as it sounds I haven't been over there in a few weeks." Navy admitted. Granted, she did see her parents on a semi regular basis, but she tried to go out to the surf shop and help out whenever she could; she just hadn't been doing so a lot as of recently. "Anytime you want to go just go." she shrugged. "I'm sure Mom and Dad would love to see you." she smiled. It was only when he said he was going to thank her that she let her smile widen a little. "I'll let you know. Thank you."
"It happens," Dominic said with a light shrug of his own shoulders. "I don't spend as much time with my own parents as I should. Pretty sure the kids see them more often than I do." At least they had a chance to spend time with them, do get dropped off there for the day and enjoy their company —- he never seemed to be able to do that, not these days at least. "Yeah, I'll drop in," he replied. "Remind them they can't sell me anything, no matter how hard they try." He was definitely too old to be learning new tricks that involved risk of drowning. "No problem."
"Is that the secret to your success as a chef?" JJ could not help but tease his friend, shaking his head as he continued browsing through the stalls and filling his basket with fresh produce. He followed him over to the next stall, shrugging. "Well, I was initially going to get her a giant teddy bear. But Candice vetoed that. Then, I was going to get her the whole children's section at Bookends. But she told me that a few books would do, which I did agree to. It's just that I want to get her something else, too. I just don't know what it is, because Candice keeps telling me that it's too much... Although she did insist that I should let her spoil Mia for her birthday, so that's that." He laughed softly. "Why do I feel like you're going to tell me to just listen to Candice and get Cat a few of those Pinkalicious books that she really likes and call it a day?"
"It's the secret for most of us. Cheese." Dominic fell into laughter a moment later, glancing back toward his friend with a raised brow. Once they'd left the stall with the fruit and veggies, he found himself seeking out some fresh, crusty bread. It would be perfect tonight for dinner, along with some nice cheese, just something to enjoy out on the porch. "The whole children's section? Trying to show me up there," he chuckled. "I think if she's planning on spoiling Mia anyway, just do whatever feels right to you. So long as you don't show me up, like I say, I am her dad." Uncles going all out and making Dad look bad couldn't be a good thing. "It's bad enough when my sisters go overboard."
"Fish is always a good choice." She smiled looking over at her friend for a moment. She laughed before looking over at him, "I am sorry for offending you. I was only teasing anyways. You always cook good food, I might have to hire you as my personal chef." She smiled over at him for a moment before sighing a little, "Hmm, I hope so, I just... I miss when I got excited for what I did." She sighed a little looking at him for a moment.
"It is." There wasn't really any question there. It always made him sad when Dominic heard of people being allergic; to remove a whole food group like that was kind of devastating. "You could, but I'm not cheap, quality like this costs money," he teased her with a grin. "You will get there, Darc," he told her gently. "It'll sneak up on you when you're least expecting it."
"Of course!" there was no need to thank her, but if it made him feel good to know that he had her trust, then she was going to feel a little bit better at the end of the day. "Okay, you'd... probably go a little more fancy, yeah. French fries?" she asked with a laugh, "I'll admit that I'm weak, sometimes I just crave a good bag of potato chips and dip, you know?" Especially during a picnic or just cooking out at home when she wanted something different to eat. "What, one moment you're admiring your gardening prowess, and the next, denying your cowboy destiny?" she asked, letting out a soft tsk. "I think you could pull it off. I feel like when you wear a cowboy hat, it kind of takes over your whole personality, though. I put one on and suddenly develop a southern accent and denim just... appears on me."
"Everyone craves that. But it's a snack, only a snack," Dom said, laughing. "That is not a full-on meal. No way, no how." Maybe he had certain standards when it came to meal, but he supposed that came from both being a chef and being a dad. He refused to skimp, even if he felt like it sometimes. "I'm from Alberta, if I was going to be a cowboy, I would have done it already." More laughter followed. "I'm more of a skiier, those are the roots I followed." He shook his head slightly, still chuckling. "I'll stick with the flannels. No cowboy hats."
"I think you're setting yourself up to be the one that gets a panicked phone call when he tries to sneak out for the first time." Alli laughed and shook her head. "He doesn't have my old room, so the trellis out of the question at least." She had never been one to sneak out much, but they had tested the limits of the old trellis more than a few times over the years. It was almost funny how easy it was to talk to him even with all the time that passed. It was hard not to feel guilty for the years they had missed catching up with each other.
"That's all that matters. I'm sure putting the kids first makes it easier." Even if they didn't agree on things between them, she doubted they both wouldn't want what was best for their children. "Maybe you'll get lucky and the cat won't like to travel. Might save you and the dogs a headache then." She didn't know how difficult it would be with the cat, but a changing environment didn't sound like something that would be a good thing to put it through. "You've always been a bit of a sucker, but it's nice to know some things didn't change."
She flashed him a smile and nodded. Fin was a great kid, all things considered. He had his moments that made her question her parenting, but she couldn't have been gifted a better son really. "Oh, trust me, I am more than aware of how much they can mean to us. I've got a small zoo of my own." The chickens were more work than she had thought they would be, but it was nice to have fresh eggs whenever she wanted them. "Stop. There's nothing wrong with your sincere face." She playfully slapped at his arm with a small laugh. "I'm sure it's gotten better with age, but I'll tell her the next time she brings it up. I feel like she's due for the comment any day now."
Dom tilted his head thoughtfully for a moment, gazing over at her, pondering what she'd said. "I'm sure I can deal with that," he concluded, expression softening as he spoke. "Well, that's something at the very least. You don't need to go worrying about that." A laugh escaped a moment later as he thought on that, and then his brows lifted. "God, good memories." And they really were, when he thought back it brought an immediate smile to his face. "You could say that. It gives us something to focus on that isn't actually us." In fact, the us part was pretty much forgotten about a lot of the time now, their attention stayed on the children, then occasionally on building a friendship outside of that. "Is it bad that's what I'm hoping for?" he questioned with a playful smile. He was a little more worried about the dogs than he was himself, he was just being silly ( as usual ), but it would be nice not to have to worry about it all the time. "A sucker? Is that really what you think of me?" He smiled and nodded his head in understanding. "I'm not surprised by that," he responded. "I think I would too if I had more space." Shrugging at her words, the laughter did escape several moments later, he couldn't stay serious for very well. "Let's hope so," he answered. "I actually need it more these days." Sincerity kind of came along with his job, you couldn't look like you didn't care.
"Listen, Da Silva," he said, a grin stretching across his face, "we can't all have your skill in the cooking department." Even though Jason was no slouch in the kitchen, he knew that Dominic could cook, grill, sauté -- whatever, really -- in circles around him. "God, I wish." He had saved up a lot of money, living frugally most of his life, investing it in the right places, but... not enough that he was going to live that dream life. Besides, admittedly? Jason liked what he did for a living, wouldn't want to walk away from that just yet.
"It's better than living in the true middle of nowhere," which would probably be the midwest? Unless, of course, someone really wanted to live in a corn field, and then who was he to stop them? "Good idea. Never really know what the town might have in mind. Or, you know, what the kids end up getting up to, too."
"I wouldn't want everyone to have it, either," commented Dominic with a shake of his head and a laugh. "Be pretty dull." The competition just wouldn't exist if everyone was as good as the next person, things wouldn't differ. Retiring early was the dream for him and he was doing his best to work toward it, but it was still only a far off dream, extremely unlikely any time soon. "Don't we all," he added with a light chuckle. "With those two, that is very true..." he answered with a nod, casting a glance back over his shoulder. "Anyway, I should probably head out, let you get back to work. We'll have to catch up properly another time."
“That’s cool,” Lan smiled. “I’ve only ever been like…super south, like there was a period where I went down to Georgia to try to figure myself out. It was…a weird time. Like a pre-midlife midlife crisis, I guess,” he chuckled. “But that’s off topic. Yeah, I mean, this is what I’m passionate about. I mean, I even called off work to do this.”
Dominic couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped him and he nodded along as Lan spoke. He could definitely relate to the whole pre-midlife crisis thing. "Off-topic, sure, but now you've got me curious," he mused lightly. He shook his head a moment later, though, getting back on topic. "I get it. I take it you're joining the committee?"
"Plus, imagine the pictures that you could get out of it," she said, raising both brows, "get an entire wedding party to come together in their dresses and suits, have their picture taken inside Pizza Thyme, shoving breadsticks and pizza in their mouths." Actually, those were the kinds of memories that she could only imagine everyone wanted to make, no matter what. Herself, included. Or maybe she was just that hungry. "That's what I was thinking," because while that person might still be dressed, she wasn't sure that it was the kind of 'dressed' that he was expecting when he stepped out of the kitchen. "I guess it's the... luck of the draw, living in a beach town?"
"Definitely a few fun photos to be had there, not to mention great times altogether," said Dominic with a smile. "I'm sure the pizza place would get a lot out of it, too. Great excuse to get it on social media." He nodded in response to what she continued on to say. "It definitely is," he said with a chuckle. "You'd think maybe they wouldn't make it that far out, but apparently they do."
JJ let out a hearty laugh at his friend's response, nodding. "Alright, that's good to know. When in doubt, I'll just add cheese sauce." Feeding a toddler was no easy feat as it was. But making sure she was eating her vegetables when her food preferences were just as particular as her father's? JJ had no choice but to find ways to make her meals more interesting for her. And if adding cheese sauce was going to get his daughter to eat her vegetables, then he was all for it. "Don't worry, I'll let you know how it goes." He grabbed a few potatoes and tossed them into his basket. "By the way, what's your opinion on me spoiling Cat on her birthday? Candice says I should stick to getting her a few books, but I feel like I have to get her something else, too. I mean, I take my job as an uncle very seriously."
"It's been my motto for over twenty years and it seems to be working for me," Dominic answered with a laugh. He was only half joking. It certainly worked when it came to children, though, which as far as this conversation was concerned, was the important thing. "Please do," he responded with a nod, grabbing a couple more things before they could move on to the next stall. At the question, he looked back toward his friend and frowned thoughtfully. "I think it would depend on what this other thing is," he said with a smile.
'True, I suppose most of us are not the person we were in our twenties, right? I know I wouldn't want to be that person," Trey admitted. He'd grown in the years since and, even with the aches and pains in his body and the fact that he needed to be in bed by eleven most nights, he wouldn't change it. "And if things don't work out...don't tell people I suggested it."
"My twenties weren't too bad, but I've certainly grown up since then." Dominic couldn't recall anything particularly stupid he'd done back then, so busy working on his career and moving forward, forward, forward. "So you're not willing to put your name to it, then?" He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.
"I think it'd be weird if you didn't." Alli couldn't remember the last time she had smiled so much. It wasn't that she wasn't a happy person, but she always put on a happy front even if she was feeling anything but that. She wanted him to be right about what he said about Fin. She never wanted to be the overprotective mother that she was, but it had been hard to step back since everything that happened. "Please do. I think we're both going to need it once his birthday comes this fall."
He went on to explain, and she found herself nodding along. "Oh, well, that's good then. I'm glad you can both co-parent. I'm sure it makes things a lot easier for your family." The kids didn't need to see their parents arguing or fighting. "I guess that also means you can get away with not having an indoor cat still." She joked and smiled up at him.
"Oh, they have, but I'm calling it now. That little cat will wind her little way into your heart." It was a long shot, but it would be entertaining if she was right. And it was too fun not to tease him about it. "Of course he has good taste. He's my kid, Dom." Her laugh joined his, and she relaxed against the fence.
"Quite a bit? You have to make time for fun every now and then. I'm glad you at least weren't working the entire time." Everyone that knew her would be laughing at her words. She took his phone and quickly entered the clinic's number followed by her own before handing it back. "There. Now you don't have an excuse not to bring them in." She laughed and looked up at him with a look of surprise. "Did you really? My mom was convinced you were faking it when we were taking photos in front of the house. She's had me convinced for years you would have liked the blue one better." Other than the dress, she had nothing but great memories of their prom. It had been on the of happiest nights of her high school days, getting to spend time with Dom and their friends, dancing the night away.
Dom laughed, raking his teeth over his lower lip for a second as he nodded. He didn't think it was a bad thing exactly. The fact that she even remembered him being that way brought a smile to his face. It had been so long since they'd last seen one another, yet as the seconds ticked by it was like they'd been transported back in time. Nothing had changed, not really. "I'm sure it'll be fine, though. Really," he commented lighly, hoping that he could reassure her, even if he didn't know for definite. "Yeah. It just seems to work somehow. No complaints at the moment." He couldn't imagine for a second it wouldn't work, but then, he supposed they hadn't really been tested yet. They'd gotten divorced, and then they'd eventually moved to the same place. It was when another drastic change of some sort hit that things could become difficult. "For now, I can get away with it, not sure how long that'll last though," he laughed. "But you're probably right. I am a sucker for animals in the long run, especially ones my daughter loves." A soft laugh escaped and he nodded again, brow lifting knowingly. "Well, of course. Goes without saying really, doesn't it?" he mused. Once she handed his phone back, he flashed a quick smile, pocketing the device and making a mental note to shoot her a message as soon as he was home again. Just so she had his number as well. Plus, it meant he could bother her about stopping by the restaurant. "I shouldn't need one really, these guys are... well, they're a big part of my world, you know how it is," he said simply. "Apparently, my sincere face isn't all that sincere, then." He chuckled. "Hopefully it's better twenty-five years later." But who knew, really. "Make sure you let her know," he commented in mock seriousness.
