@dom-dupont
Two hours since he landed in Louisiana and Theodore Clairmont was already at the bar. Though it would have been a surprise to absolutely no one if he was simply there for a drink, this time, it was for a much needed social call. Asphodel sounded exactly like the kind of town that Teddy avoided. The girls were too innocent, the beer too bland, middle aged men not angry enough to start bar fights with. What Asphodel did have, however, was Dominic Dupont. And that made the town exceedingly more exciting. Teddy had swiped Selwyn’s phone earlier in the night and texted Dom to meet her at the bar. He could have done it from his own phone, but the chances of Dom leaving him on read were high. And it would have taken away the chance for him to saunter into the bar, gaze zeroing into Dom’s slouched form, as he did now. “Domination!” Teddy bellowed, his voice ringing through the space. He threw finger guns at his old rival, smiling widely, as if he was in a toothpaste commercial. The only thing he needed was an animated sparkle to his teeth. “It’s ya boy.”
