Dominic was drunk. He had a few drinks before he stumbled into the game, then managed to smuggle a flask in the inside of his jacket. He loved a good competition that would potentially end in some sort of a brawl. Especially while drunk. He was obnoxious. Even though he didn’t know much about sports, he got into the game. Radcliffe made a basket, he would whistle as loud as he could. Horton made a basket, he was almost the first one to boo. It was now half-time. The normally half-time activities took place, a dance routine from the cheerleaders, obviously Dominic paid close attention to it, and the kiss cam. He had been on it a few times, though he wasn’t next to anyone this game. He watched intently as the camera panned to unknowing victims. They all obliged, locking lips and some getting very into it. Then he froze. Lana and Dominic Evans. He wanted to look away, however he wanted to see if Lana would follow through. He wasn’t surprised that she did, however he could feel the rage and jealousy bubbling inside of him. His lips pressed into a straight line. As soon as the camera panned away from her, he watched the other male run away. Dominic flounced in the direction of his ex. If he were sober, he would leave the stadium, though he wasn’t. The people passing by him could probably smell the booze on him. When he approached Lana, his expression was mixed. Jealousy and sadness. “Why’d you do that?” His voice was stern. Of course, they were together while Dominic was still in his undergrad, but she was the only real relationship he had. As much as he hated it, he still held a place for her in his heart. “You knew I would be here.” He continued, his voice almost cracking at the end of his sentence.
