[center][h3][color=0072bc]~ Dominic Lambert[/color][/h3]
[color=7ea7d8][b]Vanessa's Beach House[/b][/color][/center]

[color=ff6363][b]"Eh, I didn't make it. I stole it all from the homeless shelter."[/b][/color], Vanessa quipped, prompting Dom to snicker at her joke. She still felt the need to clarify that it was a joke, which was understandable. People nowadays get offended for no reason at all so establishing context is needed in some cases. 

[color=ff6363][b]"Actually, it took me about five hours. I should've called my grandmother but she is a bit too festive, you know."[/b][/color]
[color=0072bc][b]"Five hours?! That's impressive."[/b][/color], Dominic replied as his tone elevated slightly higher than usual. He also fully understood her statement about grandmas. While his grandma wasn't the festive type, she was fun at parties too, if said parties were being held by a Neo-nazi branch. If he was to bring his grandma to meet his friends, she'd keep preaching about how they'll burn in hell because they don't believe in Jesus. She also harbors a deep hatred for people of Celtic origins, Afro-Americans, Asians and anyone who wasn't Caucasian. Long story short, she wouldn't approve of any of his friends especially Candy and Seamus. Just as his mind drifted to that Irish bastard,  he felt a pale arm slither around his shoulders. A little bit startled, he looked to see Seamus occupying his private space. Speak of the devil. He checked to see if he was holding the promised goods in his free hand, but apparently he was either lying or he left them in his car. The latter was more likely, as it's very rare to see an Irish man lie about stuff related to alcohol. He had also barged just in time to interrupt Vanessa as she was about to say something, leaving Dominic in a cliffhanger.

[color=0072bc][b]"Impeccable timing, pal."[/b][/color], Dominic grumbled sarcastically in response to his greeting, a smug grin covering his face. [color=0072bc][b]"I've been fine."[/b][/color], he proceeded, shifting his sight away from him and back to Vanessa. For a brief moment, Dominic was left to be the the third wheel as Vanessa and Seamus initiated their small talk. He grabbed the phone from his pocket yet again to check an earlier message. It was by Seamus, so he didn't even bother to read it, predicting that it's related to alcohol. Just as he was about to slide the phone back into the pocket, he heard a buzz at the table followed by a vibration in his hand. He unlocked the phone for the third time to see a message by John, announcing that he'd be there shortly. Good. He liked John. Anyone who had a good relationship with his sister was okay in Dominic's book. Plus, he was a technology nerd too, so they had that in common. Dominic put the phone back into his pocket just in time to see Vanessa devour a delicious burger and act like it was the best thing in the world. That totally sold him. He wanted to get his hands on a plate too, but that goddamn fresh mint spray still didn't leave his mouth. 

[b][color=ff6363]"So, let's go inside and sit, shall we?"[/color][/b]
Dominic did a double take at Vanessa's invitation, eyeing her as she went and took a seat in a double-seated couch. Throwing his gaze at the towering Ginger, Dominic extended his hand toward the furniture as if doing a solemn bow before saying [b][color=0072bc]"Ladies first."[/color][/b].