#chat. dom

[aksel-polat]

@dombaccari​

SPRING EXTRAVAGANZA - coyote ugly night

She hadn't been seeking him out, she hadn't been avoiding him either but as soon as Aksel caught sight of him, the drive forward tugged from the center of her to slide into the stool next to Dom. Her head tilts to the side, sliding his drink out from in front of him to take a sip without asking. Aksel looks at him from behind the rim, "How many drinks would it take to get you on the mechanical bull?"

[aksel-polat]

@dombaccari​

THE GARAGE

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Aksel had considered leaving her car there, abandoning the entire thing, and letting it become whatever it would be. It was a piece of shit anyway, and in many ways, she'd gotten used to taking public transport and walking to get where she needed to be. Still, grocery shopping was a pain dragging things around and relying on others for long enough. Aksel swallowed her annoyance with Dom and showed up at the garage as soon as they opened with Butter Cup, her new doodle rescue in toe. Sliding her glasses up to the crown of her head, she regarded Dom with her best impression of someone who didn't care, "He bites." As a way of greeting, Butter Cup looked as dangerous as a dandelion with his tongue lopped out of his mouth, looking curiously between Aksel and Dom.

[viv-fonseca]

@dombaccari​

THE MIDDLE OF ABSOLUTELY NO WHERE

Growing up in Brooklyn, Vivienne never needed a driver's license. She was fortunate to be able to walk most places she had any desire to visit, and if it was further than she could walk, there was no shortage of public and even private transportation at her fingertips. However, when the man she thought she'd marry one day ghosted, he left behind seldom anything save for a few pieces of clothing and a car that Viv eventually was able to take ownership of due to his abandonment. At first, it was a macabre and unhealthy way of coping with the abrupt and unforeseen end she and the car had a lot in common. However, after some time, when her heart oddly and messily stitched itself into normalcy again, Viv found that she liked having the car. The 57' Tri five Chevy in a completely restored Laurel Green had been Viv's pride and joy. She'd spent a few years after taking ownership of the car repairing it with her brother Ivan. So it was fitting that a car covered in his signature had been her get-away ride after his death. The little green mobile had stored all her things (whatever she didn't toss or donate) and led Vivienne into a new life in a new city that had once felt random but was proving now to be more like where she was meant to be. Her booming commissions had taken her all over Providence Peak and the surrounding areas; tonight, she'd gotten more than half out to the buyer when her engine stalled, and Viv was left calling roadside assistance. It'd been her luck that most people in the area were already out or not coming out that far. Thankfully she found someone willing, and all she had to do was wait. As headlights approached, Viv was struggling to secure her painting, covering it in a tarp to prevent ruining it- waving down the lights, she shielded her eyes, greeting the man with a smile once he came into focus. "Not to be dramatic, but you're a lifesaver." She beamed, nodding towards the car with a frown, "No one else would come out this far, and I couldn't leave it out here."